January 5, 2026

Head down, horns forward, hooves dirty:
much to do, much muck to push through.

The self distracts: the mind a maze
made to unmoor or unmake you.

But muscle knows the truth, the work
of cog and gear, how spring and stud

balance, the place where plate and wheel
meet and make soft hands tick and turn

over etched faces, meter each
moment on this endless onwards. 

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