ode to a broken eliptical

circular motioned to death with
dark plains of sweat frozen on the cold black mirror
a careless habit and unsweetened consumption
sitting

-seat at the side.

swirls of garish forms of exercise pollute the room
straighten and complete the furrows of its brood

a whistle signaled the disfunction and then death
a black whistle that moaned inside for months

pedals: plastic.

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