With applicated force
Pressure builds upon the wheel
So the wheel obeys
Turning as it does  
It grinds upon a stone
Throwing red hot embers
Creating light from invisibility
Ill use this miracle
Borrow from flame, heat
To do an awful thing
Breathing in that does
Create the holes
The space from me
To the rest of the you
Fueling my mind as it drills its holes
Aging the reflection as it does
Going along these thoughts
Too weak to do differently
As the glass holds
My worst sort of mistake
The foretold end to this machine
So then I can be free