We continue to wind the clock
in homage to ancestors and heirs,
when even in this era
the sun, the wind or the wasted human motion,
has been tapped for the same purpose.
Though the maker is gone,
or at least behind a cloud,
gravity continues,
surfaces still corrode
and we still fight the inevitable.
The swing will be perpetual
and energy no longer critical
when the borders are at peace
and the elements of gas, liquid,
and metal no longer abrade.
The polished brass
gleams in the sun,
rising from the shadow
of the coated earth.
-Robert L. Jackson
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