It seems that every once in a while
I remember my beginnings.
I remember what it was like to real-I-ze
the simple tenants of this work,
that this machine is a vessel that contains something,
a vessel that will die
and is not real with its constant sighs and moans
and questions and “huffs and puffs and blow your chimney down.”
While inside
there is the thing that will last forever.
~K
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