one must find the sun
the further it runs
these days these days
a body heals slow
sense memory, calibrated
wants to go go go
not a rush
but a ramble
a body between still has momentum
unbalanced maybe but still
it must not stall: after all
every machine goes
its own speed, even
the sun
they use this krazy glue stuff
for external sutures / body
as broken tea cup / maybe
no one will notice the crack
track progression by how
the scar looks: we want
no seepage see and there
bit by bit the tea cup machine
makes itself fillable again
one deliberate movement
at a time
all this drama a drip in the pipes that grew into a clot, solution being: a machine must machine and move
there is memory in gears and and in line memory in motion memory this notion of a being machine being
