My name is time
I cannot find my way to rhyme
Not in harmony, not in motion
I am the universe’s undulating ocean
I am the sky’s sprouting fire
I am the children’s eyes, wide and dire
I am the knock on your door late at night
I am the window’s warm and grating light
I will hiss at you in the pulsing dark
I will whisper soft feathers and you will hark
I will drift my cape down marble stairs
I will ask your world, who dares? Who dares?
I am the wind blowing your soft chestnut hair
I am your music, your heart, your formidable care
I sing to you in the chilly water
I am humanity’s rebellious daughter.
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