TRAIN FORCE LINE MARK
Scratching the surface of some other
horizon up close, seen as particular
things we are - without a fault-line,
dependent on nothing at all. What we
live is one free moment. The noise is
all on that surface, clackety-clack.
Isn't that what they say anyway?
-
Euro-cars, like nothing at all, where
glass is steam and steam is now
glass-electric. I left a wife in the
doorway crying, just as she was -
a faucet in full-drip, tears down the
face of a very-responsive world. I
am traveling to other lands. I
have left a lot behind me.
Scratching the surface of some other
horizon up close, seen as particular
things we are - without a fault-line,
dependent on nothing at all. What we
live is one free moment. The noise is
all on that surface, clackety-clack.
Isn't that what they say anyway?
-
Euro-cars, like nothing at all, where
glass is steam and steam is now
glass-electric. I left a wife in the
doorway crying, just as she was -
a faucet in full-drip, tears down the
face of a very-responsive world. I
am traveling to other lands. I
have left a lot behind me.
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