by Asta Dido
Creep on you hairy bull of time
Plod on kick and let thunder roll
You with the bug eyes and multifaceted lips
that drool and smack
as time is wasted
Salmon are spawning silk
while crawling doodads are going
going down the road a little baby crawls
bouncing past our furthest time
Yet I have as been said
a long time way to go
I am a part of all things
All things a part of me
I live
They die
My moment
I die
They live forever
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