mechanisms are alight
dark curtain cover
the scarce concrete
in a cargo truck graveyard
next to the turbo hot rod space traveling astro cars
swirling engines
shaking my teeth
rumbling the earth
like legions of pigs
clammoring to see the edge of the cliffs
to end the futility
with steel war insects
scouring the air displacing bombs over tokyo
the rantings of a callow, indignantly persistent, and chaotic boy
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