Shadow rattles through dreams
 of a non-trivial world.
 Shifting Ragtime emancipation
 atop relentless syncopation of
 rails and ties.
 
 Through the trespass of 
 industrial apprehension,
 inoculated and immune
 by the solace of destination,
 
 fleeing, once again,
 the rubble and rust
 of burden
 and imposition.