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Dead weather coming tonight, moon hides behind clouds, giving impression of careless cruising, detailing designed declensions; cycles of many generations of decline, futures telling long sleep. 

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Seeking fast sapphire speeds, train tracks make a never ending blue lightning ladder seemingly up to heaven; shoving forward rungs of fat sparking embers from those friction wars of wheels on the rails.

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Delayed dalliance to pick up passengers who had remained all unwilling in scurry to survive a stop to survey their life; for this train is ravenous to fill up its cars, and it is desirous to devour the still living. 

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Strange is the bright path its transit follows in the night from dusk until the dawn; waltzing down the tracks, growing large, hoary, hastening along, cars strung far apart in frenzied coruscation of sparks.

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The weight of it, the pressing down of it, belies its speed. Force holds together its engine and its train upon the rails. Force and force alone speeds it on, on to the City; into its destination, its final terminal.

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Bitter is the breath of the coming morning, the coming yellow halitus of dawn spirally out of the tunnel mouth of devastation. Stay night in quiet thought. In movement we will keep our hope and consolation.

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Hard working wheels, with gaudy flash of spark, spin faster now on level track, flaring fire in the dark. Change is motion and motion is change. This gives a subtle substance to shadows moving in the night.

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Fiercely revolving in one lone night, in midnight flight, hard-trying wheels are pushing the black train's stammering engine. Ever tightened cycles, far ahead, speed hums away care in swaying, clanging cars.

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Suffer night's sulfurous ride on rumbling run-away-train hazarding rails far apart in savage ways; the long black train of many cars, tied together, travels behind the same moaning engine, shrieking blues.

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Aurora light sharks this night in waves of crescendos of color in vying hues; its swimming, sparking, back-ground shim is the set of a history of America, steaming forward in the avatar shape of a train.