Glass rolls down the line
Numbers slowly count the time
2 am, 3 am,
One by one they go
You don't care that the rest of the world sleeps.
Bright fluorescents know no hour
Warehouse roofs ignore the sky
Walk the concrete, open doors
Heavy boots on lengthy floors
Drink your coffee
Eat your food
Quarters clink in the vending machine
Gloves in pocket
Heat on face
Got to tend to everything
Push your glasses up your nose
Take a long step over a hose
Fans churn with ceaseless pull
Stand in the door and feel the sucking air
See what but a few have seen
Worlds of heat no man can ever tread
Cautious near to take a peek within
Hot breath of the beast upon your head
Never quiet
Never still
Dust and heat
And human will
Take and make the earth our slave
Make it make what can't be made
Motors quake and rafters climb
Bend it all to our design
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Thank you for capturing in words some of what you experience while the rest of us (except Shannon :)) sleep. Man taking dominion at midnight in a glass plant.
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