Frail loved declining engine, you
Stumble and slow and halt.
In my dream I take over.
I grasp the winding stem, turn it once,
And you rise up. You move
Briskly toward me.
Your eyes wide open. You are able to laugh.
We are in the world together!
Now you are in my hands.
Through the thrum of time, I am listening.
If you falter, I am here, I am strong.
I have the key.
I will wind and wind and wind.
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