on rust, and such

'go on', he sighed
'indulge again in stimuli'
let it
multiply
in tries and boasts,
stands stagnant at the
post,
as divides supply
the fodder,
the awe inspired slaughter
of thinkin'
to stroll that path

so long, at last
and, welcome back
the banished bone and
marrow
of habit past
and presented
yet,
the romance
still done run dry

pondered,
across
some red hot can-
intent,
confused
and tossed asunder, 
he wonders
some devil (lesser,
or more)
he be,
(or be he closer
to the other?)

and what,
across the can,
if, 
and how,
or, why,
thee see,
with such
impossible ability,
with
such impossibility

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