On a Mechanical Snapshot

Even the worst wounds dull
sharpened blades of loss rusting.
There was too much and not enough.
I went in there trying to reach you.
(not hover but I guess I did exactly that)
There was a calculation of skin,
a measure of ink, and a wand that I
could cast (over everything).
I went in trying to be less body,
more machine. I spent hours twisting
wires this way. And that. I spent hours.