Clockwork

There is glass between our touch Phantom limbs of former love And the truth is that I am so terrified The callus is deeper than The surface of our skin And it takes us twice as long Oh it takes us twice as long to heal Lift up the ground to see The system of roots beneath Gears turn endlessly To bring the world back to life Like clockwork, when it dies The cadence of beating hearts The click of its moving parts Grows louder and louder From this restless earth Future gardens Wait patiently below Somehow we smell them Blossom through the snow Still unsatisfied We chase what we're denied As generations wait We can't resist the taste Of possibility Gears turn, endlessly To bring us back to life again Like clockwork, we begin