trip off on a shot
like a tangent to a land
where only the premise applies,
and none of what's real can so much as raise a hand
to interrupt,
until the hypothetical has had its way
there was really no why to explain
the links in the chain as the train
kept a-rollin'
laying its own track
across the increasingly strange
fruited plain.
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