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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Christiana Weisel

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Siren Song of the Steel Rails

It builds like thunder gaining gradual force as
Fallow furrows heave and groan so low,
Keening banshees join in raucous chorus
With furious pounding heart about to blow.

The music peaks in desperate aching climax
With booming cries like titans of the deep,
And fades away a Doppler decrescendo
As phantom voices sigh beneath our sleep.