Passing The Time by Wesli Court

 

Where am I going? How do I know where?

Why do I write as I saunter along,

passing the time on the road to nowhere?

 

Iím humming a tune, mumbling a song

to kill as much time as I sensibly can ó

thatís why I write as I wander along

 

making the syllables skip and scan,

making the language dance and go deep

to kill as much time as I sensibly can ó

 

to liven the senses before I sleep,

slipping into that ultimate slumber.

Making the language dance and go deep

 

by counting these syllables without number

and making them count is my chosen role.

Slipping into the final slumber

 

is, of course, my ultimate goal.

Where am I going? How can I know where?

Making time count is my chosen role

while passing time on this road to nowhere.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Passing The Time by Wesli Court