I trace my path again to the machine.
X-factor in my hand must how submit
Or be destroyed by spinning blade unseen.
No design must be allowed to keep
Preventing me from outlining my aim.
Eagerly the machine wakes from its sleep.
New prey for it with iron teeth to maim
Clamor of the beast gives voice to its fate.
I hear the likeness of a splint'ring sound
Lament and pain in me does this create
Since by a thousand is the sole compound.
What is the thing that does inflict this curse?
The answer here is hidden in the verse.
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