On the Grind


pushed to the ground

by friction grinding

pushing through

the ground of essence

weighted fiction

whispering critically

with coarse diction

not you

but a nervous itch 

wrenching and grappling 

could, should and would

fencing off

what is real and vital 

until suffocation strangulates

mechanically concretizing

the flow of motion

cascading into this moment

ripe with what could be