– pursuit

the kind
that pulls one
strand of hair from
the other rubbing them between
the fingertips in a
frenzied bliss of agitation
until worn and frayed and
clumped together
fatigued though
good only ultimately
for collapse

it is after all

and then
water needed to
the battery resting
waiting for the car
to start,
distilled yet viscous,
oil and grease some dark yeast spread
over caps too difficult to
twist loose
shut tight
against escape,

whether full and functional or
scarce enough that
burnout is inevitable,
everything immovable until
help arrives

and this
neither over-charged nor in need

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