17 April 2012
I thought mine were hours sure to be as constant in their turns as tango dancers shifting toes to bring to balance life's demands
I thought daylight only rose over hope or waning stars softened by the song of birds rather than a dustman's cart
I thought tangents only found fruitful ground in restless minds now I find that time's division broken down, a madness mines
and I thought time was set in stone while our spinning world still turned all but idle, hung above the cradle of a lonely god.
J. x
The Cradle • Opuss № I