A Secret

The train comes through the bread
The frost comes through the star
The star comes through the bread
The frost comes over the train

The thread comes through the night
The dog comes through an alley
The alley comes through a dream
The song comes through a thread

There are so many ways to arrive

We were bussing tables
We were turning the house over
We were immaculate as the star
We were deep into our first frost

For a toy is the only answer
For a child will spin like a top
For the top of your head is very bright
For you cannot touch it

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