A century of progress
and of losses. Was
the brass one; after
the gold, and the platinum.
A little return of
clockwork to the way
time went. Cog teeth,
anyway. Interlocking
parts. The coast
line kept moving into the lake.
We'd work harder
for it, and build a shallow
root system dense.
Throw the porcelain things
in crevasses with
a loud din. Report from
the mountains (forming
a wall) on the west horizon,
come back home now.
It isn't working out.
