still born

i don't clench my jaw but it's often i've got white knuckles gripping the steering wheel something unreasonable here for what?????? i've been monetized like the green earth a wax crucifix burning at three ends the sound of an electric car in reverse there is an inherent primal reckoning a true feeling of freedom only felt amid the woods and rain soaked foliage the distant sounds of industry was that a tree falling? or men carrying lumber? born in the cage die in the cage