trailer

I am that trailing cargo
pulled along by the effort
of my engine
I eat the dust of my forefathers
who don’t succumb to this exhaustion

and I am so far from being alone
we have guests here in my habitat
those of us who can’t stomach any more
we can’t progress without being pulled

not that at one point we didn’t want to
rather, our steam has long since ran out
it is a moving shrine to capitulation
this body of mine that wishes to crack

but oh, only for the preservation of my greatest asset
only for redemption from shock therapy
only for that little glimmer I can still imagine
of my sanity