keeping a distance
separate from the noise
of the superstructure
& the whistling of worn-out bearings
leaky gaskets & caustic reservoirs
grease pits devour like quicksand
from gears & broken sound barriers
nothing survives
so you find thoughts beyond
though inadequate
that can burst on to flesh
make a body move
diving head-first
away
without the aid
of exotic serums
& phony potions
toward the outer most edges
where beginnings
become
--- e b bortz
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