The Glass Machine

Delicate creation

When the ice melts, that's when I know I've

Created the Glass Machine

When I sob at the face of the cold, that's when I know I've

Looked at the Glass Machine

When I wander into the eyes of a ghost, that's when I know I've

Understood the Glass Machine

When the sand transfers itself into the basement, that's when I know I've

Spent time with the Glass Machine

When puzzles seem to disfunction within my blueprints, that's when I know I've

Broken the Glass Machine

When an episode of sorrow comes on the radio, that's when I know I've

Fixed the Glass Machine

When cobwebs reiterate the rocks and the abyss fills the room, that's when I know I've

Said goodbye to the Glass Machine