The Axis of Diagram

A great force tossing the cosmos machine
Blades covering great distances
Liquid surface smell
Huge scythes cutting life
Sprouting in this one star
Enjoying the power of the inevitable
Experiences among great voids
Micro knives destroying
Dirty, infectious homes
It's only sample of
What it is capable of
From a small black
Stain
It explodes mightily
Sheering everything
In its path with
The fiery knives

The cosmic glow, splitting
Like a canyon on Earth
With every move, it cuts
The gases making up the order
A tool that is a might
Master of everything
You daily favour yourself
With beautiful thoughts
Suffocating sometimes
Still you always finish
Every day content
You don't escape
You're not afraid
And every goal is clearly defined
Reaching that one only image
The painting, commenced
Drawn with your eyes
With billions of cosmos machines before them
The only true, unique dimension