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Buffeting Time

Oh day of lengthened rhyme I dare not cross,
But else I must begin if else is gone,
The minutes sway each day I lay in loss,
In games of life I feel I am a pawn.
To see the universe so stretched, so thin,
It makes me bend and sigh with breath like trees,
In a wood so thick, so sick, the bears are scared within,
The light is shadowed lines that move in breeze.
Oh harshest wind that hours press more on;
I beg a cease to dust and bugs all blown
In skin of cracks and patch that will be gone,
No flesh or bone I dare to claim my own.
The stars at last are free from molten gods,
From Earth with tears in eyes, your gifts I laud.

For the Ancestors!

Bead Beneath my Bed