The Measure is the Mark of the Machine

The measure is the mark of the machine,
Perfect function hours minutes precisely.
Every part can only meet in synchrony,
Touching the spaces in between.

The space is the realm of the spirit,
That wanders lost in an endless void,
Until it meets another in synchronicity.
Touching the spaces in between.

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