Moves.

One more move, and,
the forces of
nature's wrathful
ways and means
leading the way to
the bloodstreams
come, to finish
to defeat this soldier
one more desperate cry
against the background smoky noises
swirling voices
pushing pulleys
rending flesh
one more year, of,
the endless sighs
and exhausted humanity
squatting within
the electric fences
around my mind.

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