Into your antechambers and train compartments
Green steam pours. (Points change, sidings,
terminus)
Zhou began to wonder if it was only by chance
He was still in our darkened world still invisible
Amongst the living. The star catalogue, cloud of
Most pleasant rain, when the lift passes from
The floor above, green steam flowing, cool
Lemonade being poured, working on people,
A ray out of a bottle. But Zhou saw before him
Barren and dangerous skies stretched over
An empty plain for several thousand li. The
Intensification of brilliance keeping the angles
Sharp as the stripes composed of green steam, paradise
Days and the crimson lotus of the summer pond.
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