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I wept anew at the final words and the drawing |
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Silence of the Dynamo. The light and fire that |
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Split the sky still unhinged my soul, and fear |
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Again within my mind took root. I asked the |
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Fading Dynamo of the serpentine blaze which |
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Seemed to hold a life apart from the Trinity, and |
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Seemed stronger than their combined force. I |
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Wondered aloud at the infernal flames that |
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Wrapped like boiling vines about the clouds, and |
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Illuminated them with an aethereal glow, and |
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Shot down with all the speed of a blinking eye, |
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Lost in thought and trying to count seconds. I |
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Was answered with the steady pulse, the rhythm |
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Of the waves that spun slowly atop the dreamily |
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Oozing altar within the sunken structure that had |
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No beginning or cause, save the toil of an immor- |
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Tall imagination. When I left the sea and the brine |
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And the undulating waves, the slight glow and |
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Shock still brushed against my flesh. I still could |
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Feel the pull of the great unknown Dynamo. |