Clutching

Your clutch is broken.
Slipping as I rev the engine;

Generating noise, with heat,
Screaming angry grinding gears,
Worn out parts of former finely-tuned
Precision-tooled machinery;

Cacophony!

As ancient brasses blared and frenzied whoops
Clashed staggering across a register
In a tortured loop, forgetting the idea –
The purpose – once was traction.

Maybe we should stop.
And even try reverse?

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