Blades test the angle slowly,
air forms its tone,
exposures blink unholy,
but balance stands alone.
Silent turbine breathing,
hollow craft breathes clear,
we record without feeling,
we refine what's near.
Parks align like orders,
steel performs in cold,
weight rewrites its borders,
torque forgets
the load.
Silent turbine breathing,
hollow craft breathes clear,
we record without feeling,
we refine
what's near.
Nautrical emotion,
glass reports the tilt,
wind resolves devotion to the pressure built.
Heat becomes an outline,
sound becomes a law,
we witness through design,
perfection without the law.
Silent turbine breathing,
hollow craft breathes clear,
we record without feeling,
we refine what's near.
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