Dial in a better verb

A greater action
than to create

All these prototypes
the futile ones
you hate

lying on the floor
at your
tinker feet
so incomplete

Will they?

collecting the dust
of lost inspiration...

Will they ever rise
to claim
a place in the pantheon
of this mythology
which we aspire
to conceive?

Will we remember
those endeavors
and once again
believe?

Take flight with
bloated thoughts
and shoestring dreams

and find passion
in copper shavings
and broken levers

Set aside what we know
and let loose
the gears to grind
until we find

a better machine