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.