The gears ever turn
Melodocally
Forever dancing
In their metal ballroom
The spring keeps wound
Evry’ sun cycle
Once it turns
Twice
Thrice
The gears reset
The bell chimes
The hands turn at perfect intervals
They tik and tok
Like a choir
Of unending voices
And when you stand at the center
Of this dancing mechanism
You feel in sync with the rhythm
Your own internal workings catching the tune
The gears ever turn, and you turn with them
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