temple of the stations

one music on the bordering skin
also has deserts of incident light
tranquility rivers of dreams
and wastelands
consumed in the noise
of the acid heart fields
temperament of storms
slowly sleep in the body
and despite the discoveries of the sun

one of any day
I give up in one railway
of these temporary trips
abrupt salt mines
a sun rush of fire crosses
the places that music saw

some places within
are borned in the ample
crustacean
temple of the stations