Pretty Good At Navel-Gazing,
Or Stargazing In A Pinch.
Let’s Cease Formality:
Gutter-Grime-Grit.
Survived alone,
Crawling forwards on bloodied arms,
Metaphorical,
Rhetorical,
& Literal.
From Scrubbing Black Moly Grease,
Inside Loader Tires,
With A Bucket Of Gasoline,
& A Rag;
To This.
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