breakdown

a little discord in tension

resembles an imperceptible separateness

between falling ill and not

yet not everyone can see it

if it never broke like a vehicle

in constant need of assistance

and couldn’t be left without

before it all fell apart

into millions of pieces to put in order

be it prestigious, basic, motorcycle or a few tonnes

depending on

how much our miscue weighs

and what we want to achieve

to be as resilient as we can

despite the obstacles

dwindling in our desperate minds

dawdling the way

to the purest state

when we push the air

outstretched, finding ourselves

in the circle of inevitability

to be satisfied with each result

in our approach

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originally published at https://medium.com

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