There is no recourse
as the industrial arms set upon you
to lame.
Break the body and the spirit follows,
an adage they love.
An institute to align with.
We are more than mortar.
I know you believe it too.
I know you can feel it;
The grind,
The peel,
The pull.
The gravity traction that beckons,
that begs and needs to be accepted as is
Harsh but inescapable,
chains that are so breakable
cold tempered strength
'Come unto me'; A phrase frayed.
Be your own master,
a way so in the maze.
Be.
Because no one will for you.
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