#415 - all of this to please the clock

 

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all of this to please the clock

 

pity ourselves for what we have done

 

blank hearts where the truth lies still

 

and why and why

who can say?

 

are we already too late?

was it time and because?

 

to spoil the precious little, the lot

 

PLANETLOVERS

we, lovely risk

 

why must we be more?

 

come green, own up to a terror of fact

 

each year ate the billions

bred to be more

 

who can guess when we will end?

 

PLANETLOVERS

know themselves shaped

from too many too much

were we not proud to stand with the trees?

and who came down?

 

we showed up time

kept to schedule

pumped it out

 

often and often far in the grip

symphonic our breadrise whom no one conducts

polished, preened in the machine

 

awake to ourselves and consequence

 

we took the forest from its tune

emptied out birds, all shapes creature

we whistled while

 

we are responsible

having survived this far

 

is it time goes on and makes all the more?

 

and all of this to please the clock

I think we know what we did