In the echo of ticking gears
Lies a realm unspoken,
Where shadows dance in time,
And whispers of forgotten
Tell tales of the clockwork poetry.
Beneath the moon's watchful eye,
Mirrors reveal what minds refuse,
A spiral of thoughts,
Winding through
The very essence of dreaming machinery.
Steps echo along the hollow
Corridors of yesterdays,
Mending the seams
Of time's elusive/
Dance upon a threadbare fate.