oh how to sunder myself from the passing of the day
how to duck its ghastly motion
I want the sun sunk in the ocean
its echoes on the waves
oh--if only the night would come a little early
I would not need to go from pool-to-pool of shade
the breeze can go to bedlam
the colors all may fade
black and blue--is it any wonder the night is bruised?
--the reckless seconds squirm and try to fly away
we tromp heavily through the hours
we all come to the limits of our powers
I wish the wall wasn't so hard, so tall
I will slump against the midway
for the bright light to pass away
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