Ticking clockwork roll of time, you unchanging
You and not you, little boy laugh
Replaced by this. Hallow eyed,
All darker now. I have found the right shape
Your exact size, built a tangle of turning cogs
That work, powered by missing you.
If I can perfect it, can find the right construction
You will rise from your seat, you will be here again.
I will take whatever version of you returns.
I want you back, for the death mask to light up,
Animate, your smile on that face will be the moment.
For now this mimesis must be enough.
In the ring of a bell, movement
I can see shades of you still living.