In 1953, they dug the first line from the interior, across the rockies to the pacific. They cut into the soils and buried the vein that pulses still today. Carving through mountain ridge, diving deep under lakes, the vein trailed on, pulsing, breathing, bleeding. The turning of the soils is not a cycle. The turning of the soils is not a circle. The turning of the soils is a line. A line that goes east to west, north to south. The turning of the soils is a line which crossed lines. The turning of the soils is a line too far.