wiggle twist, bend and break
contained vermin in a red box
built to suit
ten thousand strong
the weak erect monuments to failure
celebrations weave in and out of dark dealings
hardened heart makes the most noise
all wheels in motion
momentum carries the beast forward
no one at the helm, full steam ahead
these dreams, they speak of endings
wrought in blue/green flames
days become weeks, weeks into months
a silence profound settles
it matters not
not one wit
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