The apparition of precision -- A moist vapor of the crowd Blown through the smooth, black tube.
In a station of the Hyperloop
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The apparition of precision -- A moist vapor of the crowd Blown through the smooth, black tube.
Once I was almost transparent
rainwater filled my vesicles
I grew, and clad myself in the pink
distillates of soil and sun
I am seeking a hidden order
a raindrop falling
from sea to cloud