Invisible Town Plugged In

Language changes as gusts change. Words lean into gust, hold their meaning until the earths breath changes direction

A way of looking moved on. Clack and phut of wooden shuttle, shuttled off. Wire Making pulled out, nail making hammered off

A new way of looking, perhaps a new industry growing into itself. Perhaps call centre headset on revised coat of arms

All is driven intravenously. Plug our veins in to provide fuel for mechanical engines. Plug veins into computers, TVs.

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