The finest of intricacies,
Clung firmly upon thy wrist,
Harmonious,
Motion drives that beating heart,
It's man who stirs that rotor,
A skeleton of the sturdiest of bones,
Amongst, that movement lay,
Gear's spun all so elegantly,
The very composition of your complexities,
A fluent waltz between man and mechanism,
Interdependence,
Oh what admirable craft of a God.
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 8:34 AM UTC
The finest of intricacies,
Clung firmly upon thy wrist,
Harmonious,
Motion drives that beating heart,
It's man who stirs that rotor,
A skeleton of the sturdiest of bones,
Amongst, that movement lay,
Gear's spun all so elegantly,
The very composition of your complexities,
A fluent waltz between man and mechanism,
Interdependence,
Oh what admirable craft of a God.
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