Empty…Sapped…Yaaaawn

The machine

un-greased

creeks

like aged floorboards.

The fruit tree

reaches for

the brilliant sun:

its plump fruit

seeps juice

from smashing

the earth.

Neither have

backs or hips,

they avoid

those spiritual pains.

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