Up there, tonight, I see my ring
baying for space, my place
Down here, tonight, I wring
saying to force the pace
So, tempt me, dear star
and mark my reach
Oh, tempt me, tonight...
See if I'll fly, or fall
by dawn
Smart, dearie star
break not the bond
Our hold on life is lower than time. Yet we seem to reach for time! My dialogue with time showed me a million things unkind, and a zillion kinds of things. Why bother? Ha!
From that hedge-line many moons ago, I had sent my ring ahead. It must shuffle and ruffle all things up there, so I can find both my day and my stay. Once done, my pay be higher than stars.
There should be no asking....just tasking. Find me the space...then watch my PACE!
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