Man or machine;

stable steel

or fragile filigree,

spinning through space,

through this space, 

life the length of a thread; 

never knowing 

how deeply the spool is wound, 

Man or machine;

we motor and move,

we spin tales 

and cross lanes

looking for the link,

the correct cog to coil around,

to lighten the toil 

we are threading through.

Man or machine; 

one turns 

and the other is turned.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly