perfect machine

19 May

I try to do my little part

but sometimes it seems like too much

for any little old man to handle

that’s when I recognize

that nothing is up to me

I am part of something bigger

some sort of perfect machine

spitting out worlds

like lines in a poem

awkward at first

but sublime in time

it all fits together somehow

taking most if not all the weight

from off my shoulders

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