THE DRILL

In the beginning was a drill
And the drill was of dust
And the dust became a being.
And the being same was as just
As the drill was me.

Same with me as was made of dust
So was all thing made from the drill
And everythin' made was made just.
As just as the being was me.

Until' th'end, the drill was only a dream.
Twas as a dream as from the beginin
A dream as all dust hath come to be-ing
From a drill to a being like me.