inside turning gears
within churning years
muses swim between mechanism
grinding against one
and solitary issue
flowing smoothly precise
with what it must
As it must...
smoothe velvet click 
and drone

image and voice
strained through the noise
wrench incompatable to fitting
swallows violent opposition coming
into a rough intersecton
mechanism destroyed OR
grinding with force 
singular in desire to live
grinds up the matter and
uses its soul as lubrication