Anonomus Scorpio Poet Rhyme

My Fellow Machinists

Many are the edgy tool forms shaping this piece
The lathe has turned for millennia with no cease
Milling takes place in immense illumination
Those sharp edges move; in darkness saturation
All instrumental in making this earth take shape
There IS, a part of this art; you're choosing to scrape
If you're here for a millisecond or more of a life-long roll
Like it or not, your existence a chisel; producing a scroll
You matter to us all, failing, succeeding, or long-time, no care from you
Life; chaotic at times, unfair, but something common to all; on this spinning screw
I am not working these words as a contribution of introspection
My need; to remind my fellow machinists, of how they make my life perfection

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Paige Hind October 9, 2023 at 6:31 PM A very interesting take on this subject. You keep getting better. I love your mind. Anonomus Scorpio October 10, 2023 at 9:46 AM Thank you Paige! I try and look at life from all sides of the coin.... which is made considerably easier by the fact that it always seems to be spinning on its edge. <3 A.S.

Sand Blown October 7, 2023 at 12:38 PM ...yup..this here po-at-tree site be a sight ......stan Anonomus Scorpio October 8, 2023 at 7:23 AM Hmm an interesting comparison to a little known poet.... have you read them S.B. ? Inquisitely A.S.