Table Saw

Through my open window
in the depth of the night
there is a table saw going strong
ripping through something
over and over.
The same length of material is cut
and cut
and cut
as though there has never been anything else
that it was destined for.
The person operating that machine
will be in my thoughts
from now
until I rest.

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