The Thud of Escapement

It comes to me in the watch museum. It’s weights, hammers and gears. Action, reaction. The thud of an escapement. The dominoes of a story.   I stand inside a pocketwatch and lose myself to inevitable design.   A plan well engineered leaves nothing to emotion but the joy of cog after cog, falling in track, ticking toward the unalarmed…

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