In my mind's eye the halves glide together, slowly sealing off rivulets of the relentless punishment of the stinging rain the metal, oil, wire and glass reach out to meet to blend with the reverberations of the steady mechanical motion of the reforming train.
In my mind's eye the halves glide together, slowly sealing off rivulets of the relentless punishment of the stinging rain the metal, oil, wire and glass reach out to meet to blend with the reverberations of the steady mechanical motion of the reforming... poetry stories
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A collection of ideas that I had whilst journeying on a train woven together into something hopefully comprehensible

In my mind's eye the halves glide together, slowly sealing off rivulets of the relentless punishment of the stinging rain the metal, oil, wire and glass reach out to meet to blend with the reverberations of the steady mechanical motion of the reforming train.

Seamlessy consuming the eager track eating up wind, stone and cold iron as we fly along over damp grey bridges and water-logged countryside, encapsulated within this metal serpent we slouch, mutter and put up with the perceived time wasted as we are carried along by a physical manifestation of imagination and innovation.

Is there an element of intimidation in such an invention? it's hard to believe when people come together we have the capacity to shape the world around us

but as an individual it feels like we have such a limited power and potential as no one person could complete and construct such a project. Blended together with tides of talent we truly come together, that's the first construction. with this nexus we can achieve the wonders of the world.

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