in barrenness; a factory,
a fair of pain hid beneath
Victoria's ice-sweat streets.
in rows, video-plugged.
count the numbers, chart
some lines; programmes pre-set,
static conveyers to fitness.
a kilo more, beat them!
their beams stretch limbs - alien,
tangled branches, paths. I gasp,
hard breaths; heels lift and reach.
to lap; to catch fat geese.
I trade endorphins, blood
to brain, an addict; a lover:
glory comes to those who strive!