Along the electric-lit coastline
Along the edge of the infinite Atlantic
Through the inlets, over bridges
Beneath a blanket of cloud
The throbbing body
Sings its whistle
Hisses up into the air
Gliding on iron wings
Glowing ore oozing from a furnace
Steam escapes, whisps, disappears
As the glow fades
Then the cooling capsule plunges deep into the sea
Sending salty water splashing high above the clouds
Out beyond the atmosphere, out of time, drifting...
Beneath the waves, the people sway
Gently by the tide
The passengers ride, watching the gulls glide overhead
And at each stop, someone stands
Packs herself into a bundle
Steps into the doorway, waits
Then, seeing that the train has stopped
Slips out and swims away, home from work
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