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Sometimes the Boiler Aches

in the language of a cumulative push - steam-roars, boom, boom, boom in the belly of the beast, crimson-teeth rip-fire into-iron-flesh b u b b l e s roll, under-understood, thunder-in down the pipe, bellowing with hiss ... stok'd into a viscous-rumble s:trains-a-move-down-the-line engine-urges-whine up-the-track, clakity-clak clakity-clak in feet-of-head a head of steam m o a n s, presses tempest into iron-plated bolts the size of your fist, squeals out rigid seams as fiery mist: truth escapes, trailing white plumes, stack to sky, stack-to-sky, to fall as condensate rain; hard going tears, way down in the hole, groaning-oh 'til the fire comes again

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Date: 12/17/2009 7:34:00 PM
Atlas pondered - the yoke we bear in time is space, the domain in which we view, all that's done comes back again, because we chose it too -- when we look even deeper then, again we look some more, what we thought the weight of the world, is really its only door ...
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Date: 12/14/2009 8:08:00 AM
Great onomatopoeia! Lots of fun to read.
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