Ready the works,
bend to the groove,
of the slow action machine.
It moves with grace,
It burns with power
Slowly churns deep inside,
taking half an hour.
Nothing can stop this beast,
once it's been turned on.
I've seen it slide
chinks working in rhythm.
Every part working in whole,
lock, crank, push.
Precisely on target,
it pivots on point
and directs it's apparatus,
files its next target.
It launches to it's next job.
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