Golden metal gears, running in circles,
like a guineapig in the Matrix on his wheel.
Even then, he runs faster than they.
Unlike watching sand slip through a tiny crack
carefully measured with size and weight in mind,
these mechanical wheels move on their own
nothing but gravity, springs, and two giant hands to hold.
In the metallic reflection,it glows red like the marriage
thread of old, tied to two separate fingers
on two separate hands, to show and unending connection.
And unending stream of love and minds,
where two chaotic forces meet to make something of mankind.
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