There’s always an agitant
set to break your concentration,
when already wound
so tightly
in the lurch of monotony,
while working rusted wheels
for
bare minimum
a progressive thought
or
a genuine emotion
leaving you grasping onto the remnants
of what ground you may have gained
in whatever line of thought
was wound
throughout the day
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