she appeared through the window
in the twilight by the rails
and I glided off the train at Metropark
though it's not my stop
it's not my stop at all
she lured me to the concourse
past the mirrors by the lawn
and she faded through a grove at Metropark
and she spoke behind
behind a waterfall
Metropark
a place but not a town
you can't live here but you can stay
if you're not weighted down
everything gleams prestigious
bold right angles everywhere
and I floated through the haze at Metropark
with a maiden who
who doesn't slave at all
radii speed odysseys
to the cities north and south
and she held me at the heart at Metropark
we were in between
were in between them all
Metropark
a place but not a town
you can't live here but you can stay
if you're not weighted down
