No trains

from here, there are
no trains, anymore
from here, there are no trains
no trains anymore, from here
receding telegraph lines 
cant with the weight
of messages, unreceived
unsent, crossing
at that infinite point 
where perspective fails
as if yellow
became blue
in a haze, a hand’s length
before your eyes
railway tracks across your brow
from here, no trains
the stars grow further apart each year