On an uncharted, soil-less
Expanse of metal and steam
Hissing sounds of valves
The whirring of lubricated parts
A repetitious machine
Stirred out of rhythm for an instant
But was quickly corrected
By the surrounding machines
This was something that had never,
In previous operations, occurred
Yet, it had been planned for,
Accounted for,
And the processes, the controls in place
To correct the error
Immediately reacted
Setting off a wave of occurrences
That had also never happened previously
The precise perfection
Of a thousand planned motions
Made imprecise by a fraction of time
Displaced by the steel hands of chance
The ripple traveled across time
Heavy vibrations penetrate form
As the collective weight
In spite of its perfect symmetry and balance
Rotated the mass of its whole
Contorting and pulling
Shapes from shapeless
And shapeless shapes
Settling into a new collective
Its deformity becomes the new mold
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