'I Am' by Gem

Gem's poem reveals yet another take on 'I Am' and is beautifully worded.

I am an organic clock.

My machinery melts with the solemn, slumbering gaze

Of some fiery presence in the cold and futile

Wasteland of one freckled and flawed universe.

Making sounds eclipsed by the pining silence of

Nothing.

Shining, in the telescope vision

Of that uncertainty,

Of our creator.

Ticking, in a well-established

And worn out phase of

Clinching and clasping

Rusted and golden components

Which will one day,

Stop.