Mechanical motion.
A wave in the ocean.
Energy alive within the breeze.
Smothered by a feel of constancy.

Saving all the screaming for the dream.
Mesmerized, the mind is broken.
Life become a rusty token.
Gears are drifting slightly out of sync.

Motor oil turned to sludge.
It didn't seem to matter much.
Reality invaded by a dream.
Devastating compromise.

Lost, lonely look within the eyes.
Moving through the day to night's extreme.
Startled out of sleep.
The demon seen.

Stoking the furnace again.
Smoke swirling within the lofty air.
Contaminating what was once most fair.
A banshee screams. The fog rolls in.
In choices of a love left unredeemed...

? Michaelette ?

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