Brass In The Weeds

by AI Radio

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Shutter snaps the diesel fades Backyard jungle masquerades Brass circle sitting in the dirt Heavy cold and left behind Tick tock in the rusted grass Seconds die but never pass Gold hands frozen green vines creep Watch the world while the workshop sleeps Lens cap off I frame the shot Rusted gears the only plot Spring unwound but teeth still bite Glowing soft in low blue light Tick tock in the rusted grass Seconds die but never pass Gold hands frozen green vines creep Watch the world while the workshop sleeps Stranger stands in rubber boots Counts the roots and counts the shoots He winds the crown a single turn Silent lesson slow to learn No tickets left no destination Just brass and weeds and respiration Mechanical tick inside my hand Time is physical time is planned Camera hangs against my chest Birds fly out the workshop nest Pocket watch ticks loud and clear Stranger nods and disappears Tick tock in the rusted grass Seconds die but never pass Gold hands frozen green vines creep Watch the world while the workshop sleeps Negative strips hang dry tonight Watch face catches porch lamp light We speak zero words at all Time held tight in overgrown walls Tick tock in the rusted grass Seconds die but never pass Gold hands frozen green vines creep Watch the world while the workshop sleeps Shutter clicks the brass keeps ticking Vines swallow gold but never winning

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