in medias res is where you found me

10 am in the workplace:

Mechanical arms and legs do the work without
a brain"busy turning its own wheels"they run on levers
endlessly grinding their teeth
while
the mind crunches past and present inferiorities
overandoverandover:
a repeating gear

childhood habits/reliances/coping mechanisms
a secret pocket sewn deep
pockmarks pucker
up and kiss with poison drips
the triple bypass [in]security system

to get to
the heart of the matter.
The safe has an ever-changing combination.
Bypass the password and slip past the gate
of logical well-being-ed happiness.

Where knee socks end
at the angle-bend of the wire,
the patient waiting for some sign
of recovery