It is not of this world.
It is not promised in the next.
Should you find it anywhere
Inactive, and dim,
It is hardly a fixture you’d notice.

It is not lost to time.
As of yet, it has not been built.
But yes, it is old
Yes, it is real
And its power will be felt.

When you tell me to pick up the tool.
When you tell me to turn the key.