And it's been too long Somewhere along the twisting, contorting, confining, conforming I lost that internal rhythm that was truly mine That hopeful march, the steady essence It shattered And as a gear breaks the system takes and before long the machine shakes And it will knell and call It's scraped, raw metal shriek is muffled by cold hands A myriad of soothing, numbing touches Returning its pining wails Her name is a pallid reference in blate modern tongues Syllables unpronounceable, the mouth cannot reach around Save for the desperate, despondent calls A call that wrenches the heart Rasps the ears And bites the soul the same It is an ancient pull, shamed and lost in smog She bears the burden of the stull Chipped, fallen asunder, struggling To be the stuffed papers, empty and promising Pushing apart the covers of a book Until the ringing Ah, yes That abrasive howl, wrenched from the wretchèd She laughed and leapt- released her hold And as a gear breaks the system takes and before long The gap was sealed And she has knelled and called And I will cry and cry