Part I
Part II
The crank, unsure
of what to do, creaks
and moans and stresses
and paces figure eights
like a friend at the hospital,
unsure of what happens next.
Eventually, with the decisive
vice grip of the bottom bracket
bearing down on it,
the crank simply doesn't do anything.
The crank is frozen, stuck in a moment,
consumed by a slow-motion whirlwind of
debris and bits, a hellish
chaotic solar system
around an immovable sun.
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