in this conversation
Are all the same
you
As the one opposing
them,
all laughing as one,
that's you,
knowing all that,
remembering,
being
it
Though there was never it
there
as much as you
playing conductor,
passenger and train
So magnificently,
so seamlessly,
you would think
they were the same
person,
not three, much less all
of the others
Sharing a world of experience
privately
-- a moving train --
where you know
something's happening
without needing
to confirm it
with customers,
There's not even an
angel
needed to know
it was you
the whole time,
you.
