when all is measured time begins to
grate
upon the senses then we have to
start
a different sort of journey where
the part
that makes our human feeling more
than freight
is what's required to set the
message straight
not only in the realms of work and
art
but so the honest signal might
depart
from deep inside to past the
furthest gate
not every cloud is signal of new
rain
or so we learn from waiting as each
night
the sigh of wind brings us no fresh
relief
from all our suffering and the hard
pain
nor are the killer birds disturbed
in flight
nor yet the door secured against the thief
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