A tumultuous down-the-valley-its-thundering kind of a piece that leaves you with a bit of white knuckles. I understand the nay sayers. The considered pauses aren't there; there's a split prepositional phrase; enjambents darting around corners like NASCAR drivers. But the point of these is to accelerate and palpitate and obliterate rational thought. I think it works.
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