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Nineteen gauges lighting up the cab.
White and anxious needles making little stabs.
Passive indicators show their minute sweeps,
the scope of their inspections leaving naught to keep.
Nineteen meters tell their stories long
I turn the panel down, hearing what is wrong.
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If I could pull this away from the end rhyme or atleast tone them down , it might be better . think so?
How about changing the whole rhyme. Maybe 'their minute arcs/sleepless in the dark' instead? I'm not sure, it might or might not work.
I spent hours yesterday trying my hand at a villanelle so I'm kind of rhymed out at the moment.
Anyway, gotta get some sleep, footballing tomorrow - catch you later!
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