Mechanics

11th Poem.
Exceptional Unshared Feeling

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Forth and back,
Forth and back.
Forth and back,
Forth and back.
The noise of loading a shotgun.
Constantly and faster.

This is not sex dear.
We have come to a halt.
All out of steam.
It is but a train.



You ask me now what I wish for?
I am just as confused as the people on the train,
Wondering why it’s stopped in between the stations for so long.

This train is out of ambition,
Out of steam.