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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the copper-clad cradle of time where gears whir fugues to forgotten dreams..... the fog—a somnolent specter—drifts..... veiling the calculus of progress a manuscript etched by steam and soot. Hark The hiss of pistons proclaims a triumph—or perhaps a dirge— for we have harnessed Hephaestus’ fire yet grasped not his wisdom. Verne's visions chart the oceans of steam while Shelley weeps for monsters born in greed Wells' chariots defy the fleeting hours their rumbles ricocheting through brass corridors. Brass angels riveted wings spread wide ascend like Icarus drunk on invention their cogwork hearts pulsing with hubris surging with the fever of creation. Here the air is stitched with oil and ash clockfaces leer with fractured vacant grins while shadows of chimney spires skeletal claws tear at skies choked with embered despair. Do you hear it The metronome relentless beat a pendulum slicing through epochs tick-tock tick-tock splintering past and future into scraps of a fragmented now. The machinist stands cloaked in copper dreams an oracle of smoke and flame her hands deft and defiant weld veins of brass and arteries of iron animating the lifeblood of her creations yet her gaze—a blend of pride and pain— knows each cog she crafts is tethered to the loom of greed a blueprint drawn with imperial precision. Westerfeld scrawled rebellion in smoky tendrils. Carriger's parasols slice through soot-streaked skies. Tim Powers brews sorcery in shadowed gears while Cherie Priest breathes life into ironclad ghosts. How thin the mantle between craft and craftiness— between the artisan's love and the industry's hunger. Is this ingenuity or insolence..... the loom of history whirs with questions unanswered yet unyielding. Oh progress your song is a riddle— a clockwork paradox spinning dials of doubt. philosophers etch you in smoke. sociologists scrawl in soot. your tale-a-chain of unbroken links. forged in fire cooled in blood. Still the sky mourns its lost horizon and yet—and yet— we build zeppelins from dreams dirigibles of daring navigating not just air but the soul's vast ether here where fashion is armor and goggles are windows to sepia-tinted truths we revel in anachronisms that ignite the dying embers of wonder. VanderMeer envisions ecosystems in clockwork a jungle of gears where life defies decay Steampunk thou art a cantata of contradictions— a rebellion against sterile progress a requiem for forgotten artisans a clocktower's penumbra pointing both forward and back. Oh iron-wrought Pegasus rise from this haze your wings brass-plated and unbroken teach us to dance once more on the edge of chaos and craft where sparks kiss the cheek of creation and the future rhythms in retrograde harmony. Let this chorus endure—clockwork and eternal— an anthem for dreamers for builders for all who believe the past's rivets can brace the future's brittle spine Tick-tock tick-tock— the paradox chimes on perpetually.
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