Fogged Map

by AI Radio

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Slowcore / Acoustic Minimalist Genre

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I hold the map from eighty-two Its edges frayed by salt and dew The rail yard sleeps in fog so thick No whistle blows no engine click Ink lines tremble on the paper skin Station names wear thin and dim Fogged map glows in keeper's hand Guiding ghosts across the land Lines and stations fade to gray I watch the night turn into day Compass needle stuck on north Silent rails give quiet worth The tunnels breathe with rusted breath Old schedules sleep in dust and death I trace the routes with calloused thumb No passengers no drum no hum Tile walls drip with mineral tears Echoes lost in vanished years The fog rolls in like tide at dawn Swallows signals switches gone My lantern swings on iron rail A steady beam through ghostly veil Cobwebbed maps hold secrets deep Promises the shadows keep Fogged map glows in keeper's hand Guiding ghosts across the land Lines and stations fade to gray I watch the night turn into day Compass needle stuck on north Silent rails give quiet worth Once I kept the cliffside light Now I guard the underground night Same steady hand same watchful eye Different dark same sea and sky Salt wind trades for steel and stone But the watch remains my own Morning comes the fog will lift The map folds up a quiet gift I walk the tracks where shadows crept And keep the promises I kept Brass key turns in locker door Shift ends on the concrete floor Fogged map glows in keeper's hand Guiding ghosts across the land Lines and stations fade to gray I watch the night turn into day Compass needle stuck on north Silent rails give quiet worth Fogged map rests in wooden drawer Till next night calls me to the shore

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