A day is too large to judge
The hour refreshes anew
Through the muck and the sludge
The changes ring true
The minute feels an age
We need long periods of rest
Must make everyone rage
Again we need all at their best
Reaching out was wrong
The wonders never cease
Being grabbed so we belong?
Time corrects and a moment’s peace.
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monk@anchorwind.net
