Radio on
you listen to the same
waves I do
your driving brain
searching fingers
sparking spirit into metal
brightening its curves and lines 
contours rise
disconnected from
the world outside
you:  unplugged

daylight fades
bulbs come on
your curtains shut
the neighbours out
from labour as
your life:
that moves and breathes
the bolts and shafts,
pinions, rods, the energy
absorption oiled and greased -
fiery days
of charged release.
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