Generation X

She holds such life in her hand, as a child Gazing into the exposed face of a clock, Carefully analyzing the cool, lifeless elements Until they develop into a beating whole; Blazing eyes, electric green technologies, Dissolve the world into its polished working parts, Functions that will bear no surprise for this one Young and clever product, disengaged From material acids that corrode and make volatile Her precious inner machineries. Ticking, yet not a threatening pace, but So each strong pulse releases the raw, built up Potential she renews with endless verve— This child knows nothing of time or decay.