Against the Machine
This stance, back up now against the steel,
moving the unmovable an inch,
in a change of events quite completely surreal...
Metallic shavings all over my feet
imbedding footprints into concrete as eyelash slivers to the moon-
And my calves are knotted to freeze
My expression a vehement determination
and all of the brick and blockades
are fuel for the stoking of my motivation
This breath, heaving now with the wire and tick,
creaking the behemoth,
slipping it's grip...
all of my fingerprints stinging in sweat
on a surface akin to a spear full of lightning splitting an unsuspecting silhouette thus-
And my future is about to take flight
My delicate frame like a vice confrontation
on the peak of an impasse I will to impede
with a little known strength found as self preservation.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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