Walking on it

Walking on sharp stainless leaking
blood
And walking still
Always walking.

The beauty is grotesque when the hell
Of progress
grinds down the gorgeous until
Simple expressions tell a story
longer than one human life.

Born to die in a non-literal sense
Self-destructive and courageous
And chaotic

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