there is a music in it,
a flow, sound, smell all of it's own
it takes many forms, degrees of difficulty
from easy to it might kill you.
a dance of machinery, thousands of
controlled explosions
per minute, pushing, pulling
stressing then resting
it takes more than it looks
planning, calculating, guessing
dissecting a second into ten thousand pieces
judging an inch at speed
careful preparation
it's where i can go when i need
to vent a little
amongst the madness, noise, and smoke
i can find
peace