On Board

I am on the train.
I do not know how I come to be here.
I do not know from where it departed.
I do not know where it will arrive.
I know that it is silver, and there is a tear in the fabric of my seat
and the tracks are in disrepair.
But I am not cold, and the food cart comes by on occasion.
I see no reason to deboard.

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