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The man who believed in flicker-drive
Picture an engineer, fath’ring his time,
Who wrought, with honest goods and fear, a span
To show the possible, to make sublime
Endeavours that might bring the world to man:
Imagine them not heeding what he taught,
Preferring still a heavier bridge and short.
Would he give up? Would he renounce his call,
Not carry on those lessons meant for all?
I think not, but quietly pursue a plan,
To give the future prominence in rhyme:
To offer them in verse what seldom can
Be accepted when jarring voices chime.
And so he made them flicker-drive that year
To look upon quite silent, without fear.
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