Antique Brass
To long at last and after all
Alone of course, a constant theme
A ghost's only chance continuity crushed
In perpetuity at long to last
For something shining under dull
Something fine behind the timing
Clockwork moments domino sliding
Forth across the shiny gray polished
Marble, wood, stone and steel
Progressing cycled futures fold
All in a flashing passed, a glance
That spoke of heft voluminous
Hand's reaction holding this
As if to guide, as if to mind
A clutched imaginary clicking
Keeping time.
Alone of course, a constant theme
A ghost's only chance continuity crushed
In perpetuity at long to last
For something shining under dull
Something fine behind the timing
Clockwork moments domino sliding
Forth across the shiny gray polished
Marble, wood, stone and steel
Progressing cycled futures fold
All in a flashing passed, a glance
That spoke of heft voluminous
Hand's reaction holding this
As if to guide, as if to mind
A clutched imaginary clicking
Keeping time.
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