An impossible machine awakens
Fueled by fossils from far below
It creaks to life expectantly
With a sole, unabiding purpose
To carve away imperfections
Designed to remake its maker
The work is long and arduous
Painful for creator and creation
But oh the fruits of their labor
The physical, emotional stupor
A distant soul reared far apart
Pulled back towards the fold
Every iota of success measured
The machine continues its work
