Time machine Darkness, dank and fetid air. A beam of light has drawn me here, Up dripping walls, up to a grate, I pull and haul and hold my weight.
Time machine Men at work out in the yard, Boards a'clatter, hammered hard.
Time machine Timber, rope and nail combine, Into an engine, setting time Within the grasp of mortal man, But on my shoulder is a hand...
Time machine A shaking hand, A sorrowful eye, A few steps up, A blinding sky, A drum roll drones, A drop pulls tight... And time stands still, my soul in flight. /TKT