Another Voice
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