Conveyor
Every day I wonder this
The Conveyor brings elements
Grinding elements into a hot result
Somewhere inaccessible
lives the Conveyor
I try everyday
Click bones together
Lick their obscene weird bony outside edges
Like an unnamed narrator there is a Conveyor
But I can access no such
Conveyor, which must be the easy thing
of the universe, infinity's horribly
easy gait. I get a sunburn, I ride
a train and a train. I transfer
my blood out
Because that I can.
Because that I can.
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