Steam puff. Whistle blow. Hail our great creation.
This iron horse, a mighty steed. Delivers us ‘cross the nation
Gaze and wonder at its beauty, our newest idol.
Every moment before this - not vital.
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Gaining speed. Moving faster. Hail our great creation.
This iron horse, the new deliverer. To thee my oblation.
Clever minds, keen brains. We have overcome our form.
For on these tracks we outrun that deathly storm.
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Yes! Yes! Yes! This machina unstoppable.
On Edison! On Ford! Eternity is palpable!
New speed, new soma, blissful blur.
Never slow down, engine purr.
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Ring here. Buzz there. This cacophony surrounds me.
Slow down, too fast! Hear my voiceless plea!
Stupor, droning, drugged and dreary.
Our elevated form, not high, but weary.
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Jingle. Jangle. Golden calf dangled before me.
No glisten in this iron horse I see.
Unthinkingly I thought they’d slow it down.
More rails, more track are all I’ve found.