As if the zither wouldn’t quiverVibrate its songThe reconciliation between various components of the familyThe doubtful connectionBetween the kiss of associationAnd loveThe drum double drummingOf a partially heartfelt belief in hearth and countryWhich will one day catastrophe thee intoThe unimportance of all that you’ve been toldTo try to control your impulsesIn ways that theyDesireLimited time offerLifeAnd the subsequent malaise that death bringsIf you’re inconsequential in your effectsThat rapid pace of your heartbeatOver the yearsThat damped you down while challengingTo the demands of being humanA representative an iotaA building block of what may comeThe dust the dust is callingFrom when you’re ill met by the wombAnd the moonless nightThe daggers of childhoodThe success of youthAnd the cancer thereafterAs the decades crowd in on youEach with its own challengesUnexpected unobservedTil the future dashed in with explanationsToo late to heedOr be of worthBeyond the immediateMedianOf comparative slumberIn your bunkerBedGrave
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