Shattermoon

All the tools
I’m afraid to use

Custom built
Hardware

I machined them
Worked with them

So beautiful and
So personal

That I’m afraid
Of breaking them

Each seems so fragile
In my hand

So thin and
Ergonomically slick

Inner workings
Heavy and intently

Needing to be
Manipulated

In order to use
Yet being so small

As to seem like
It’s got a lifespan

And I yearn for it
To be

Immortal