The Mill-Machine

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Machinery

I see

For grinding

For crushing

Into

Powder

As fine as dust

It goes for so long

Without going wrong

Day after day

Today and yesterday

 

Machinery

I see

For grinding

For crushing

Into

Powder

As fine as dust

Moving with a strength with no form

Within its body there is warmth

It will always last

With perfume from the past

 

Machinery

I see

For grinding

For crushing

Into

Powder

As fine as dust

Memory is light in the dark

That leaves an everlasting mark

The Mill’s black water like a starless night

A haunted memory from my sight

 

 

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