I have been captivated
Completely engrossed at times (at Times)
With the intricacies involved in clockwork
The brass, the silver, the gold
Turning as if told to go
Never knowing error and spinning on
Teeth going--gone, interlocking only for seconds
Metallic ribbons unwinding in thirds
And fractions therein for the acute dimensions
The care taken to induce this precision
If ever looked upon with derision
Should be retracted, redacted
And they who judge should change how they reacted
For in all of this cautious planning,
Construction of the colossal in the small,
Architecture of the fast and all knowing
Pointing with tiny hands numbers for the slow
There exists a similarity
Between the warmth of the metal, it's softness
And the beating of the fragile organ
So small, yet so consistent,
And possessed, like clockwork,
Of and by love.
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