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Tuesday, 20 March 2012
our clockwork world
A small cog in a large machine
until his chance discovery:
the world he lived in - Earth - was clockwork too.
And if the Earth, perhaps the universe...
and he, a watchmaker by trade,
had never even guessed the fact!
Somewhere its works must broach the surface of
the earth. Or at the very least, come close.
His knowledge and his nose in harness tracked
it down. He laid the mechanism bare.
What tales he now could tell the world!
He'd be a grand celebrity for sure!
Once he had sussed out all the clockwork secrets
of the Earth he'd have it in his gift to tell
the world when earthquakes would erupt,
when storms would sweep the tropics
and floods descend on areas of drought.
He would be Prophet. King. Messiah. Seer.
Perhaps he'd even change the course on which
the universe was set. He had the key, he knew
how to reset the mechanism. He did so
in the depths of night. Away from prying eyes
he tuned and then fine tuned the Earth - and
inadvertently set course for early Armageddon.
I have linked this to this week's Magpie Tales prompt, but Blogger still will not let me upload my image, so I am afraid you will have to follow the link to see the picture.
Yippee! Belatedly, and thanks to Daydreamer Too I have managed to upload the image. (Not "managed to", with the greatest of ease. Thank you Daydreamer Too!)