[net.poems] three is magic

mr.mincemeat@syteka.UUCP (mr.mincemeat) (04/05/84)

(sudden awareness of cosmic truth via rediscovery of forgotten implements)




		My tape machine rewinds itself forever:
		It applies endless patient torque
		To its quiet cargo,
		Day after day it works away
		It wears away
		Without complaint it performs its task;

		Middle technology is so calm
		On and on it cranks
		And is not cranky-
		And once again you must forgive a terrible joke,
		But that is life anyway, for us all, after all.