On the outskirts of a
distant valley there lies
an unknown, a monolith
of mystery.

Its design stretches out
marking the world and all
within it to its own
schemings and desires like
a virgin canvas.

It machines all
and as the ticking of it
goes on, all operates under
its engineering.

Faster and faster the
earth goes and the mystery
is satisfied. It closes its
eyes and melds itself to
all things only to arise
when civilization becomes again
unknown.