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Crowded (Other) by INTRANSIT
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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