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chrr-bodynmachine.txt

wow
the insides
  of a machine
      move
in unison
with
the insides
   of a body
in motion


gears
  whirring
fumes;
organs
  squelching
breaths;
      metal
  screeching
stomach
  churning

it makes sense
        only in cycles,
  in unison.