I want to paint a train
I want to paint the sigh of the red .
I want to paint the impossibility of train gliding acros the fields without the tracks .
I want to pant the distances between the top of the clods

I want to paint the sound of a train galloping on like a wolf chasing is prey .
I want to paint the memory of a trains parallel liens never stopping.
I want to paint the taste of the trains steam as it drifts through the air.
I want to paint the smell of cole as black as the midnight sky .