I used to go to writing workshops and poetry workshops on weekends with my Advanced English teacher and a couple other students. This was one of my scribblings from a weekend at UW Stevens Point on 7-6-1993. I was 15 when I wrote this.
Sharply defined contours
by metal that caressed and
precision controlled by a human hand;
sanded and worked into perfection
beams gripping the walls like hands
or like a noose
they will be here long after I am gone
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