a consistent
compression
keeps the hair
coil spring
in a state of
tension unyielding

i have always had
a fascination with
watchmaking
the complex gears
moving in unison
to mark the passage
of a man-made convention

i chase the high
in fixing complex devices
because as one of the
irrevocably broken
it gives a faint hope
the gentle hint of lemon
in a fortune cookie
stating he who makes repairs
will never know comfort

or something similar
i trust mass produced strips
with vague wisdom as much
as i beleive long dead stars
determine anything on this
wobbling hunk of coal
circling an ever expanding sun