Beneath the graceful straight lines
That nature could never provide
Our minds and flesh grow
Without the outflow
Of dreams and lives
Of wasted time
Perfectia requires our submission
Our nation is our mission
We bow before the elite machine
Of steel, motion, and oily sheen
The steam rises from the vents
The power churns within
The human cogs are at work
From boiler men to office clerks
We move about these lives
Never seeing the morning light
But we obey and serve the master of Perfectia
Steel and steam is its name
I am a poet who has both been published and self published. All work on this blog is all copyright Alex Ness. While I make very little money from my work I am technically a professional. Measuring by the hours I've written I am professional. My goal is to share my work with as many people that can read it, as far as the internet may reach with it. I hope if you are moved you will share this blog with others, and perhaps buy my books.
Whatever the result, thank you for viewing this blog. I cannot express how greatly I appreciate the many people, from many places upon the earth, who have visited.
I bid you peace.
Je ne regrette pas la douleur, car il m'a fait plus forte