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A clockwork world, a clockwork world of weighted gears, a subtle term to track the years,

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As measured by one hand alone, its gate meanders to a tone.

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I peer through patterns in my walls, at wondrous things I see them all.

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This world, the gears they churn away, its miracles laid out in clay.

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A lonesome glimpse is all it takes to grasp its ripples and its wakes,

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Its singers and its songs to be, its poets and its poetry.

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But singers sang, and songs were sung.

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What will await a string too strong?

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An overwhelming sanctity, the clockmaster, causality.

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Thus certainty, its maiden name, prescribes the rules and sets the game.

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As every agent's acts abound, by presents past and futures found.

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The patterns still appear to me, but life has clouded what I see.

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In time, I'll lose my confidence, a victim of experience.