overwhelming undercurrent
contained on the train platform
still'd by inattentive standers
in their human uniforms
***
I've got bluing flames in stomach
always in there, like my heart
fan'd by banjos, drums and guitars
fed by breezes, kicks and starts
grown by words and talks of wonders
liven'd by good belly laughs
kept by unsaid understanding
fueled by blunders, made by gaffs
tended by true soul comrades
under currents and through storms
who know the flames they have themselves
contain'd inside their humanforms
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