It starts as a hunger,
Deep-seated and ravenous,
A singular directive
Of machine-like rhythm
Pushing flesh-bound gears
To propel themselves for more
Aspiration cling within membranes
While currents carry hysterical drive
Why the frenetic pace?
The pushing, grinding, racing
When the work etched in blood
Fades in a lost breath or two
Monuments once deemed eternal
Nothing more than cracked pillars
Bio-machine gears grind to a halt
As embers fade to ash and dust
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