Everyone has to start somewhere
But he never knew it was so difficult.
Cogs, gears, springs and screws laid around him in a messy circle
and they were scattered all over the work desk.
Tunnel vision is his strongest suit anyway
And right now it was trained on the central gold-piece
A tong in a hand, a screwdriver in the other,
He stared with squinted eyes magnified a thousand fold
Fiddle, twiddle, a click and a snap,
His eyes widened
Was that it?
Was he done?
He attached the housing, screwed it shut,
inserted the battery, gave it life.
Tick Tick Tick, it was music to his ears.
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