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De N'avoir Assez de Temps by kelhox, literature
Literature
De N'avoir Assez de Temps
Ding dong
"I've wasted so much time today."
So you say
As you try to tame
The fall of day--
Another cowboy,
Facing the western sky,
Cracking your whip
Against the orange-glow of sunset
Ding dong
You bind yourself
Grind yourself
To dust
And decry time
When it disobeys your will
Ding dong
Time is heedless,
Needless of surfeit--
Your shackles do not
Bind time
As they slip off of the
Hands on the wall.
Hands whose underlying gears were meant
To spring ahead
And to fall back
To surge on,
Relentless in progress
Neither forward nor back
Nor up or down
But singularly cyclical
As Spring will lead Fall
As Fall will br
