Inside the clockwork boy
The slow, soft thunk of wooden gears
Marks the passing of another year
A relatively simple set
Of cogs and levers give the sense
Of structure and sophistication
But this is mostly automation
All whirrs and clicks that, if you saw,
Would make you wonder what all the fuss is for
The same routines, the same behaviours
Take on different hues and flavours
Light up his mask like real emotions
Springs and gears work hard
To set this geometric dance in motion
The edges of these wood components
Worn soft and round by a thousand moments
That slowly teach this automated toy
How to be a real boy
My real boy.
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