The Endless Train

Two train's on different tracks passing each other. Two engineers one dressed in black the other in white. The woods are dark and deep for one without light. The other one white has stayed in the light both are Filled with the soul's of modern age. Endless eye's all sooty and black look out of the windows Not inward or back. Onwards rolls the white train with all of it's people Singing a song that none on the dark train seem to know. Endless columns of black sooty smoke pours out of the One on it's opposite course. Two train's converge and pass each other by one takes The high track while the other takes the low. There is snow on the track's of the one and on the other Dark sand looking up all can see. The endless train's pass one another doing figure eights.