Time’s muzzle mocks ambitions. Day by day,
through life’s incessant dream theme ebb and flow,
efforts, unrewarded, seem vain show.
Effects’ and causes’ subtle interplay
none may control, - coincidence at play
enacts a chance dance time mime stop and go
whose pattern frame spins into vertigo
flaking dates and energy away.
Harmony and Chance Time’s tides obey,
cannot be reined, restrained, no string and bow,
fires through some causal bull’s eye to echo
sense sustained. Profane, with bubble bray,
most blow hot, cold on stage, then sink unheard
before they even feel flow’s ripples stirred...
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