the maw of time

not for the magic nor the hunger screaming
within the guts of every working soul
the need to fill that ever-yawning hole
a gap between the waking and the dreaming
what matters is the doing not the scheming
the need to bring the world under control
to give the powers that speak up no parole
instead we manufacture a new seeming
not enough to mark the world as ours
but to indicate what we want to find
within the spaces that we wish to make
the shining limitations of true powers
what we want hidden in the deepest mind
all that we are not tempted to forsake