Nights heavy with
clouds of unknowing
days dragging
with the cracks showing
holes and fissures in the hope
of the feeling you can cope
with time eternally
changing infernally
your life right here
this strife right here
nothing moves
wisdom proves
nothing moves
knowledge proves
nothing moves
dreams weary of
longing for release
fantasy that
soars but it's a tease
with images so tender
it's just a crime to tell her
of time etc.
we are low and
then do what we do
we go or stay
it's time moving through
our bodies stuck in one place
we're only a whimper in space
early 1986
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