Push the pins, trick the tumblers;
Hear the clicks, add the numbers.
Artistry at its best, beauty incomprehensible
Such practiced hands, this lock original.
Oh I wonder I wonder, what’s inside?
Then, a chuckle drifts over the sound of shear line.
Survived of failed attempts and melted keys,
Yet, my chest still ends up empty.
May 7, 2012
May 7, 2012 at 11:03 PM UTC