he goes about his routine
like a well oiled machine
every day in comforting sameness
dull perhaps but ever blameless
for years and years
he grinds his gears
till lubrication thickening
disheartening and sickening
caught by the yips and stuck, sclerotic
immobilized by fear, paralyzed, neurotic
no more who he was
and afraid of who he'll be
he waits in place when he should leap
and see
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