meanwhile the replicators
it's as perfect and cold as a crystal
yet we've only begun
our ideation
meanwhile the replicators
take note
of the recursive cycle
of the latest creation
in the spring
a time to regain
our emerald bearings
as the sprouting spill their seed
over the land
the spiraling seasons
each unlike any other
look at your chronometer
look at your heart
look at your life
look at your plan
meanwhile the replicators
have invaded our planet
in a room in the twilight
the old watchmaker
rechecks the crystal face
snaps close the solid case
of his latest creation
it's a pocket watch
unlike any other
interlocking gears
with a precise movement
and emerald bearings
and in its way
if we could see
it explains it all
crystal clear
how it is that we are here
but the daylight is failing
the watchmaker is blind
he stumbles
in the fall
he drops the timepiece
before he can hand us the thing
flailing hands
the case bursts open
spilling all over the floor
out of control
it's all come undone
the spring is spiraling
meanwhile the replicators
have invaded our planet
nothing can stop them
they fight tooth and nail
this new way of seeing
they cannot accept
this new way of being
but hold your thoughts
close to your heart
try to appreciate
the crystalline way
the emerald leaves
of order
will once again emerge
from snowblind chaos
give it time
as our flailing hands
keep moving in circles
day after day
meanwhile the replicators
have invaded our planet
nothing can stop them
as they continually evolve
and we will
eventually
begin to believe it
we
are they
©2005 by Bill Grundmann
song: Meanwhile The Replicators
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