Clockwork ticker, beating pulse <br />It lives and loves on wild impulse <br />Shiver and shake like feverish imps <br />If you look inside and take a glimpse <br />Romanticism is just an illusion <br />To a heart that beats confusion <br />Mechanical wonder but oh, so cold <br />The wheels and cogs in brass and gold <br />Manipulate the ghost in the machine <br />Ignored and loathed like something obscene <br />Tarnished and tattered by time and misuse <br />A strange device suffered decades of abuse <br />Mechanical lungs, screwed in ribs like art <br />All of them hiding my Steampunk heart<br /><br />Rebecca Kate Summers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/steampunk-heart/
