Episodic
The Times to resume shortly, at will. Not yet accustomed, fully, I looked again and I saw something like corded, living creatures, moving straight ahead, without turning as they moved, on wheels and wheels.
Their appearance
was like gleaming barrels, full of eyes. The burning rail and wire—scorched linearities—I cannot leave my old associations: beyond the narrow corridor, in empty, broad Missouri, that stench always signaled something wrong or wronging: paper by the radiator; dust in the filter; some too-hasty conduct of power-currents; ungrounded, impartial energy consuming small, incidental particles of a Missouri caked in breakdown. Soon an inferno As I looked I saw
emerging beside the living creatures
other figures, each with the face of a human being.
When the living creatures stopped, they stopped,
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