we are clockwork creatures
with phantasmagoric features
precisely ground and divinely wound,
we measured movements, prosaic and sublime
our cogged kingdom, cherished chunks of time
our ticking, a marching machination
our faces, a reflection of the lost
a prediction of the found
we now make simpering sounds
on our path to rust
made obsolete by the silicon effete,
the cyber elite, that-which-who
never succumb to rust, or join us
in our reverent return
to dust
Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 5:42 PM UTC
we are clockwork creatures
with phantasmagoric features
precisely ground and divinely wound,
we measured movements, prosaic and sublime
our cogged kingdom, cherished chunks of time
our ticking, a marching machination
our faces, a reflection of the lost
a prediction of the found
we now make simpering sounds
on our path to rust
made obsolete by the silicon effete,
the cyber elite, that-which-who
never succumb to rust, or join us
in our reverent return
to dust
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