cursive striations

there are days
when i feel
strapped to the
brass gears
ticking ever
forward thrusting me
ever closer to being
ground to paste
pulped as my juices
slowly clog the
precision timing until
all that remains
of my
disambiguous remains
seizes the
perpetual notion machine
ensconced in
calciate striations
that spell her name
in cursive with
unabated
concussions
and contusions

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