In your hand, an assemblage of gears, some large as your thumb, some invisibly tiny, fractally ticking away like a hive of brass insects
warm and heavy in your hand, susurrant buzz swelling and ebbing like breath, you'd expect it to wake up and scamper away (but it doesn't)
9:05 AM - 30 Jul 2016
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