Eclectic: my erected set
of existential evidence
Overhead and under sky
meets the teardrops in
my gearbox eye

A thing of beauty
shining bright
through burnished day
and tarnished night
brings an artisan to his knees
and a builder's heart to freeze

Endeavor then
the lever to pull
and set the new world
to see it through

Let these chains
fall at our feet
as steam rises
where futures meet