The Mirror Train

A mirrored engine, four-fold bright,
Approached from perspectives, clear and light.
From realms transparent, edges shown,
Refracted in a fifth, unknown.

From sky to sky, a journey bound,
From earth to earth, on hallowed ground.
From self to self, a mirrored gleam,
From light to light, a waking dream.

On rails of light, it forged its way,
Along the moonbeam sleepers gray.
Into the distance, ever far,
Expanding realms beyond each star.

It entered then, a shadowed place,
The tunnel of Ivan Ilyich's face,
Where light was seen at journey's end,
A new beginning, to transcend.

It carried light, the sun's embrace,
And in that light, its mirrored face.
It carried air, the breath we take,
The station whole, for goodness sake.

It hauled the sky, each lunar ray,
All heaven’s vault, along the way.
It bore the height, the starry chain,
Beyond the reaches of mundane.

The edge of world, it did embrace,
With borders bright, in time and space.
A flicker bright, a dazzling sign,
Like Hector cloaked in armor fine.

Through mirrored steel it cuts the night,
The Mirror Train, a blinding light.
Across the cosmos, it will roam,
Forever searching for its home.

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