Pursuant to Joseph L's will, his shadow
Was released from his contract and given the tools
My grandfather used mostly for show since he,
While a good mechanic, had fixed watches
By sympathy and magic. His shadow, though,
Needed the loupe, the case knife
And the infinite number of tiny screwdrivers;
Needed the tweezers, calipers, demagnitzers
And all the rest since time and timepieces
Remained machines for him, never whispering
"Dust is choking me!" or "my hair spring
Has lost its faith my balance wheel."
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