Grinding gears

Turning cogs

Pulsing pistons

Counters, and weights, and measures

To dispense the output

 

Blooming flowers

Gentle rivers

Restful trees

The sun shines upon a youthful face

Hand outstretched, adventure beckons

 

Satellites

Drifting over all

Coldly watching

Not cold, but unfeeling

Eyes of the arbiter

 

Tensed string

Masterfully tuned

A finger poised above

A rush! A blur! Sonority rings above

From the coils of wire lovingly wound

 

Unseen, beyond the world

Somewhere under the caves

Somewhere past the bunkers

A wayward soul sits over a page

Pouring himself into every drop of ink