Time
the watchmaker’ cogs spring rounds of suspended surprise
mind ticking on overdrive under cover of a magnifying glass
escape wheel in the face of pendulums still for a moment
the dial states its buckled up case has abandoned the rat race
he fastens his craft and his belt in the underbelly of memories
an artisan refusing to send chronographs to the scrap heap of time
a magnifying glass highlights precision and carves his eternal courage
mixes Clock Work Orange Alice in Wonderland and The Little Prince
oblivious to digital corruption as his hands keep nascent nostalgia alive
time foretells from the past because history delivers an infinite message
of eternal oscillations in which standstill is no option as he spins a tale
the craftsman loosens the bezel and hands out minutes and hours
he seems to portray an ancient realm of lost old fashioned causes
and yet modernity calls for reflection for progress and innovation
a personified museum he mends what should never be broken
as reward for his art work he gives us the present and gathers resolve
to cherish long forgotten mastery of guardian recollections and peace
once we listen to the tick tock in silence our journey flows forward
01st July 2020
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