War Machine

The tinkerer and his tool kit turned a tarnished old key which wound forgotten wheels rusted and bound and… A little oil should do, a slight smattering of grease perhaps, is all it will take to recall the lost…lost… Now what’s come of my lens? Ah, yes, you see? Do you see? There, my lad, it’s right there! The heart of the matter… Now, what’s the matter? I think it can be fixed, lad. But not today…tomorrow! Tomorrow it shall be! A little more rust, a little more forgetting a little less vision and… Let’s leave it be for now. Everything is ok. 8/14/16