It is not surgery, delicate and precise as it may need to be
Trimming away the unwanted bits and bringing together things
That had not been joined before but do better now that they are
And it is not the construction of devices
Small and strange and wonderful
Even if tiny bits are arranged together in ways that
Proceed in part from design and in part from sudden inspiration that
Emerges without warning
It benefits from no such sterility as either of them
No speck of dust of sudden splatter will corrupt the whole
Even if it might make the medium more unwieldy for a time
And it endures longer
While the subjects of surgery crumble in the grave
And the devices built burn away or rot in landfills
Taken up again and again and again
Or so it is always to be hoped
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