Held be instant
On life’s clock,
Prods the infant
Time finds stalk,
Till soul senescent
Begs for distance,
That lessens load
Of aging baggage,
One need dispose
To bury ravage,
Excesses imposed
Of borne instants,
Living composed!
Held be instant
On life’s clock,
Prods the infant
Time finds stalk,
Till soul senescent
Begs for distance,
That lessens load
Of aging baggage,
One need dispose
To bury ravage,
Excesses imposed
Of borne instants,
Living composed!