The shift finds me
Disoriented
Agitation gnaws at my foot
But my arteries throb harder, louder
And freeze.
It is nothing of any importance
To them at least
But the wheel begins to turn
Water is cycling now.
Dirty water, wild water
Violent and jarring, so that
The conductor spins around--
Arms flail madly.
Death maybe-- or madness
She said no
But perhaps just to tell me
And the water would calm.
News came through
Transistor of vocal vibrations
Then came the old pitter-pattering
On the tin above our heads.
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