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- Today is a torture of to'ing and fro'ing.
- Yesterday's a question hanging in the moment.
- Tomorrow is a tornado's whistle blower.
- Will Tragedy slumber us or fold over and flower
- in our resolute?
- Will we brazen or bruise ourselves when the world harms?
- Will we alarm or amuse ourselves from its palm?
- Will we balm in half ignorance of the unreckoned?
- Or, like a fanged child, beckon?
- Has the world crazed or are we in delay?
- Is wisdom an answer or beggar's reticence,
- charming chance keeper of our business?
- Still we clamber affairs,
- plying God to attend
- like he's not got anything better to do.
- Hoorah I say, hoorah to the day and a
- full haha and a fuck you too, and a
- love for ourselves and our mother's
- Who knows
- when that toll will trickle from clouds
- and make Death,
- what we knew.
- Life, what we will now
- always know.
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