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Our greedy bodies press heat towards the platform With sparkling eyes and nervous fingers, Unable to tell our pulses from the detonations in the walls As the sound reverberates through our systems in one frenzied elation. The presence of a thin figure spreads throughout the room Until we have nowhere to move and nothing to breath. He draws near enough to show the stains on his teeth And the blue vein through his temple As we're left choking with thirst and alarm. We click our dry tongues And feel our hearts shudder. Sore limbs draining muscle to bone, We're fueled only by thrill-galvanation, And ready to fall out from under ourselves. . The running scared,railroad speed Beating on the skin pulled over our chests. Three bottles of water high ahead of us About as far from our outstretched fingers as A skinny,blond man in khakis Somewhere in the dark with his back to us He drinks as fast as we would from a red plastic cup, And through the shadows we can still see him clearly And gaze with horrible desire As he stands above us with water and stage The gears,legs,hands,shifts of our machine Generate heat and light through sound. We feel our vitality running down our spines. We feel our rhythm-pulse going as we tremble for water.
