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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

Date: 10/9/2023 6:31:00 PM

A very interesting take on this subject. You keep getting better. I love your mind.

Anonomus Scorpio
Date: 10/10/2023 9:46:00 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

Date: 10/7/2023 12:38:00 PM

...yup..this here po-at-tree site be a sight ......stan

Anonomus Scorpio
Date: 10/8/2023 7:23:00 AM

Hmm an interesting comparison to a little known poet.... have you read them S.B. ? Inquisitely A.S.