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Smooth running machinery

Day and night swing by

With increasing velocity

They are ferocious

They go unnoticed

Because I

I'm involved in rituals

En masse obsessions

En masse obsessions

With daily grind

Ground down

Below the sun

Below the moon, the stars

They sail past a woman

With her face to the ground

With her face to the ground

They speak in a language

Unknown to her

But they exhibit their splendour

Despite her indifference

Smiling upon her

A grain of sand

Smiling upon her

A grain of sand