| Listen! | |
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| Low rumble-roar bestirs |
| West Texas night stillness. |
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| Sounds carry from afar |
| To herald approaching lonely sojourner, mighty machination of man. |
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| Closer! | |
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| Unwaving vector |
| of velocity moves |
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| Lifeblood of a nation. |
| In decibels, sonic scalar grows with every spinning revolution. |
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| Passing! |
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| Engine-grinding shakes Earth. |
| Rubber beating asphalt |
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| Loudly screams as in pain. |
| Diesel wind blows hair about with ferocity undiminished. |
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| Listen! |
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| Doppler-deepened rumble
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| Becomes dim, distant din. |
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| Undimmed lighting darkens |
| As West Texas night repels obtrusive, artificial invader with |
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| Silence! |
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J. W. Rider
1974 Sul Ross Sage
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