Steampunk
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It's Not Unusual
Ariel is a beauty beyond compare, at least
To those with her in the medical bay
The sea of disease, ever present
In the lantern lights, the rusted gears
Lace outlines delicate throats of women
Nobly walking down cobblestone streets,
Grease coats the hands of mechanical men
As they hammer metal in steady beats.
Problems
Modern questions
Things for solving
Some quandaries for unwinding
Queries
Puzzles
Of everything
I hear the living wires go
tic tic tic
and the sparks that follow answer with a
click click click
and somewhere there's a gear that
grinds-grinds
and a ever-springing coil to
unwind-wind
Nothing moves,
While others sleep,
The spring expanded then wound,
Life begins the cogs move,
The hands move through the day,
The sprocket expands and contracts rapidly,
moving time forward,
Tick-tock now, hurry up and go!
The gears of this clocksmith don’t grind themselves you know.
Is your beat good? How are your hands?
Are in proper shape? I don’t like relying on the hourglass sand.
It was an old airship
Old and abandoned
But there was a story behind it,
if you looked hard enough that it.
It's railings marred by swords and gunfire
It's propellers rusted by rain
It's sail full of holes
