Red train rested at Rotterdam station
Over the border to meet a friend...

From the ground
the ceiling looks so much wider...

If there be but two 
on this twilight moon's...

Cease turning my green to grey
with wilful acts of nature...

There is darkness in the...
that filters from the sun of a...

Fresh and clean
to smell and feel...

Somewhere
in the sky...

How have you inked
this palpitant heart...