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A calculated click Falls from the cold bike chain To bounce off the ground And land in the ear A bright polygon blurs by The bike just blew a year Smooth click, gear shift See a man made something new There passes another one An orange diamond Don’t hit! don’t hit! The fine parallels the speed The clock ticks as the gears shift Years melt into oncoming traffic They wed and conceive a newborn A child birthed yesterday named Tomorrow The beauty of dynamics Streak the child’s hair A symphony of calculated clicks From the score of the Great Composer The traffic obeys a brief respite The newborn falls into nap Steal a quick breath: breathe in! breathe out! Glance over the shoulder behind Inspection during suspension reveals much Introspection reveals even more The bike weaves through growth and change As Tomorrow faithfully awakes