My father taught us love of analog,
in logic, setting levels, any clock.
It’s like a science simile – a cog
escapement powering, tick-tock,
an output with no staggered on/off shock,
perceivable to senses from afar.
He taught us how to angle and unlock
a compass point, to show us where we are.


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