Spinning in tandem, teeth are locked,
Rigid precision, movements clocked...
Sliding so smooth, and still not slipping,
Freedom of motion, yet powerful gripping...
Rolling and pressing, twisting and lifting,
Slotting and camming, pulling and shifting...
Speed so immense, hardly conceived,
Forces so taut, we're easily deceived...
Accusation of cold lifelessness,
Illusion of rigid inertness...
Yet inside, we're too, the same,
We speak of life, but that's just a name.
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