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Grind...

By M. Jay Mansfield

5-19-2001

Grind........
Life enters my fantasy....
and destroys my precious solace...
these horrible lies that humans live...
Grind...
the unbearable weight ...
I place it squarely upon my shoulders.....
it's my blood that I give....
Grind......
bone against bone ....
as I become the machine....
do I even remember how to live?...
Grind....
screams of metal tearing at metal.....
mind fights becoming the computer.....
scientist gleam as the Robot comes to life...
Grind.....
teeth upon teeth......
toiling away each day in a blaze of activity....
never did I think this is how I would live.......
Grind.....
how was I to know....
that all my former activitiy I called work....
were blooming flowers compared to this strife.....
Grind....
mind against soul....
soul against heart......
Death against life.....
always the the smiling machine ...
greeting the next day.....
bleeding out under the pressure of the grind....  

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