"On a microscopic piece of sand that floats through space is a fragment of a man's life. Left to rust is the place he lived in and the machines he used. Without use, they will disintegrate from the wind and the sand and the years that act upon them; all of Mr. Corry's machines -- including the one made in his image, kept alive by love, but now obsolete ... in the Twilight Zone. ~ Steven Pinker
PROBABLY THIS POEM GOES WITH IT:
Puffed like an adder.
Deflated like a balloon.
Tiny or huge, y…