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Unfathomable Beauty

The great machine of the world turns.
Spinning gears slice through puffs of steam;
Clattering chains dance with power lines.
An endless sea of motion and noise.

As parts rust, collapse, crumble,
Stripped and faded by entropy’s embrace,
So too new constructions emerge –
Sharp angles and polished steel.

Blind machinists tinker with cogs and circuits,
Workers toil silently to maintain, to build.
A mindless worship of a mindless machine.

In quiet corners we watch, entranced,
Or from high aerials appreciate the view.
Wanderers amidst the clockwork tides.

One Comment

  1. Fritz
    Posted 27 Feb ’13 at 7:34 pm | Permalink

    The photo looks like the clockwork at Zonnebloem.

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