Gears of Movement

Footsteps click on graded ground each one measured, not a sound they watch from

vents and rusted wall. Move, Move, move like the

gears won't stop Move, Move, move like the gears won't stop.

Wise coil like sleeping snakes Breath held tight behind my ribs. Oil stain maps

I cannot read But Ford is the only no exit only deeper in.

Move, Move, move like the gears won't stop Move,

Move, move like the gears. Am I the hand.

Or the machine? Move, move like the gears won't stop.