Overdriven

by Aidan Andrew Dun

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She drives too hard
when energies
have vanished

The new joy
is dead but cannot
be buried.

I twist my
hands in a desert
of ashes

She drives too
hard, the hot
shaitan.

With evil
waters, night
sweats

Clogged
milks, black
suspensions

She comes to
inject the dead
downfallen

Desperate
motors in torpor:
compulsion!

She comes
whip-lightning
out of her wings

Shuddering,
beating, jetstream-
convulsing

She of the
dominions:
a storm of dust.





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