09 November 2010

The Blind Watchmaker

by Trey Campbell

He tinkers in the dim light,
An unnecessary precaution for him
As the immortal day gives way
To the causal night
Meticulously testing gears
And sprockets, the finer pieces of life
He scoffs at the idea of a social construct
But romanticizes the spinning cogs
Relentless in their eternal motion
Perpetual, constant, assuring
The mantras of the blind watchmaker
As he works by the sounds of ticks and tocks
While time passes
And he produces clocks
So that the world may turn like watch hands.

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