Flowing time, internal grinding mechanical compulsion,
incessant on-going harsh-driving onwards,
sound taking all space from subtler resounding,
engulfed by lightless darkening.
All potency drawn into this machine,
stretched out constantly tired,
willfully compelled into one avenue,
clinging only where magnets can grab.
Weary surrender curling up like a dying leaf,
bowing supplication, release of the outside,
to cradle this torment in fetal form.
Endless weakness corrosive and turned on itself,
mask painted brave outside,
whirring-on, hoping to get out alive.