Machine Mastery

Oh you keen machine so central to our being.

What have we now become beneath your throbbing thumb?

I fear that we’ll not see fine remnants much of we.

If down the grid may come we’d all feel most undone.

No more to chase our tails demands we trim our sails.

We’re thankful for these keys yet so dependent on their ease.



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