Infinity

The carriage, compartments,
wheels and their side bearers,
all the bearing of blur whoosh past,
and only the glistening tracks seem
prominent and permanent.

Our rails cross a parallel distance.
At the infinity we shall meet, dissolve,
and run as one beyond the last station.
Inside we shall be with our parents
and progenies. You shall lean on my shoulders,
ask if the end is near, and then fall asleep
without caring a hoot about the answer.