stretching beyond any point of an infinite list.
Too many matters consuming its place,
a miniscule space for the heart of a matter.
Dis-integration
Brakeless but driven to lay on the tracks an explosive
sequence of strokes, how ironic this horse full in motion.
Its cogs keep on churning whatever the load,
machining down rails to the end of the road.
One-way directional force
Running alone in its course
Passing me by
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