Stellar Breath

The breath of the subterranean station
feels the rails tremble like lungs
and gathers the echo of the cold night.
In the concrete womb, it dreams of traversing constellations
neon light traces a Milky Way upon the floor
an unprinted ticket promises horizons.
An imaginary train rises through the tracks
the departure board pulses like a plasma heart
and voices dissolve into meteoric silence.
When the breath expands, the station stays still
but the dream extends past concrete boundaries
and every step here is a small departure.