This is a "proselette", a mixed (but not minced) novelette, half story, half poetry, about the changing of the Ages, the dusting of the old, the dawning of the new. Will all be better? Or is it just more of the same shame? Will we ascend to heaven? Or tumble down to the depths of scorching hell? The Cogwheel turns. Will you turn with it? Or be ground to dust beneath?
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