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Counterweight
Those meaner than I
Bring me to here.
Lucid cold reasoning
Tips my narrow perch
Forcing a frantic plunge
Below civilized hash.
This bloated, tender psyche
Defective by maniacal standards
Feigns strength regardless.
My curt, stoic response
To the mechanized millwork
Of grinding sameness.
With calculated non-prudence
The bright profiteers
Concoct dubious announcements.
Hourly they test my mettle,
Restricting free passage
With a tedious system of points.
After each automated day
I swing my counterweight mass
Over a perfect parallel track.
At the crest of the inverse path
I leap, feet first and fighting mad
Into the next synchronous tomorrow.
[Dec 21, 2005]
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The
Poetry of Daniel Harrison