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Read these poems as if you were riding a train through the darkness of your night, in the light of your dreams, passing all the people you know, and all the ones you love. Read these poems as if your life were a train, your eyes the conductor, each line a rail for the track, and each poem a stop at a station where the world waits, to be waved at from the window of your dreams. These poems are not mine, but yours; for I am who you are, and you are merely what we are.-P. W.