Uncorked

I started with a startling thought:

You have what you don't want

And want what you don't have.

Well, I'm glad to say that isn't

Entirely true.

You can tell by the creak

Of now functionless seats.

They're all on their feet!

They're all on their feet!

Pleasant dams slow down my drift

That compliment our style

Of dramatic shifts...

We are clockwork.

We are god's work.

There's no stopping us now.

No,

Not while we're still alive.

And already it's over,

Our first one down!

But thank god we've still got five.