Minds Gears

the industrial madness of the mind
plots and turns without course
the gears spin the fires burn
the steel of dreams form and rust
only to fall to the dark places of our minds
to slowly rot away slowly
filling our new dreams with rusty images
of our past hopes and dreams
until our minds begin to slow
the gears grind and shear
and the fires slowly fade
as our minds slowly rusts away with age.

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