metal and sweat
freaking out on the effort it takes
to push out breath
to push out metal
and invite strength into my arms
the mind has its own friction
as does the joints
and crazy opinions
that press together so hard
To smash into shards
yet I remain whole
every vigor
My greatest failure
forgetting how to imitate
and sinking into the puddle
That is the secret sauce
the psyche a power a thousand times the manada mind
the essence of me squeezed from a few confused decades
Into a rhyme of vein and insight
Into an energy that every hormone and chemical support
that marina trench mystery
In my longitudinal fissure
Running up the questions of life
And pumping them into a meat grinder
so I can fry them and sustain myself
So that I can pump Iron
become solid
see over the horizon
and walk there on solid legs
anticipation flex flex flex
The never sauce
That I can sense
With my olfactory assiduity
My eye's knife and fork
The oven on my tongue
devour it slowly
not a crumb be left
even a prayer from the blessed
could not marinate it
As it goes to the center of my stomach
To help me conquer a world asleep
shake it all up awake
burn it just to extinguish its flames
Then dine on it again like a eternal furnace
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