It was once a grid of pencil lines on yellow paper
but is now squeezed into braid;
And the braid is squeezed into a tight, strong chord,
if just a little frayed.
The squeezing keeps on pressing
at high and testing temperatures.
In the end,
at some point on from here, I suspect
I will have a new face.
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