The train engine bell
In its urgent, mechanized march
Could raise a panic in me
At one time
It was a summoning of worry
An invocation of concern
A reminder that the beginning of the end was at hand
A clang - clang - clang and you're mine all mine, hand it over, hand it over, I need your heart just to fool 'em again.
A classic submission move
A cadence just quick enough to awaken chemical defenses.
But something seems to have changed
Could it be my way of thinking?
I can pick one CLANG and let it ring
Or speed up the march of the clapper until the bell becomes a great singing bowl, truly singing, ringing true, reverberating, living in the heart, carrying me all at once away and then back to you.
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