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Creasing radiant ions,
Ceasing to exist merely as a threat, it is
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Weaving into the stringent haze
Leaving behind the valley walls--

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Wheezing the train comes, is
Achieving abruptly the sunglint track--
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Increasing in stature, blowing steam
Freezing my neural contacts; my fixed stare is

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Piecing briefly en masse the impending crises.
Alieving my torment, this anxiety’s as
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Fleeting as an existence unfinished, thus
greasing my fortuitous end. They are

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Teasing me with visions of succor, but
Easing now into acceptance and
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Grieving alone, I meet the locomotive.