They produced Fast Track
Then the remote for quicker manipulations,
While your computer offered you a match correction,
So quick that it's technique alluded you.
Mount Fuji receding in a billionth second,
Witnessed from the bullet train,
Nano-second arrival after streaked scenery.
But neither the techno carriage nor it's passengers know why.
But that there would be acceleration of the heart,
Or patching wounds between after war nations
With the useof laser velocity urgencies,
Yet even light speed tech couldn't settle the exigencies of our soul.
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