Overtime | A Poem by Louis Melling

Work.

The physical act of doing,

For so long has been a sanctuary from thought.

A sudden shock and stand-still brings collateral trauma,

Measurable only to a full speed train meeting an abrupt stop.

Blades of buckled steel pierce indistinguishable flesh.

Damage that transcends quantifiable process.

This is the mire I have escaped to now.

A revelry of reflection.

Heartache.

Photography by Holly Hanson, inspired by the poem

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