We
Seem to fear
A mutual overwhelming meekness
It files us down
To blunted cogs
That's our
Weakness
But who's to say
We're spurs and gears
Doomed to fit
Sad machines
We can pirouette
Single or duet
Gyrate with obliqueness
Everyone
I've come to love
Swears that they're broken
A nervous tic
Obsessiveness
We're peculiar and
Brazen
But who defines
A paradigm
That's so seemingly un human
We've found our torque
Not their force
We gyrate with obliqueness