An automobile labouring up hilly terrain

The engine going into overdrive

Lying on a hotel bed, the night deepening

I hearken to the car’s groan

As if it were mine, the groan

Inaudible to the outside world

There’s something the matter

With this body

When struck by a distant sound

It vibrates like a clapper.

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