I was out there wondering how much longer I had to burn
and how the fires don't look so pretty when you are in them.
My jubilee burns out every once in a while,
and I get mechanical aching in my gears
my jaw locks up
decides to hibernate like farm machinery put away for the winter
and the wells dry up
and my skeleton sits in a tool shed picked clean by rats in the night time;
the right time for me to be playing solitaire in a too-warm computer chair
wishing I had a stable leg to walk on.
I am sitting here wondering how much longer I have to burn
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