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Spiraling downdowndown roundroundround as the wheel turns
relentlessly across the vast indifference of the cosmos,
a lone small voice calls out in the chaos:
The time, the time! What TIME is it?
Is it time to splash across the firmament in a gaudy crescendo of color,
unmistakable and wild,
or is it time to be stone, mosscovered, unremarkable except for the
Who is entering through the revolving door - who is heading out to where
no one can see the end of all the light there ever was?
Is there time enough to live without regret, or have there been so many
wrongs that nothing we can ever do will right them?
Is it time to give up, taste the bitter powder of defeat,
or time to batter 'gainst what crushing odds crouch, silent?
Is the clock ticking doubletime now that the tunnel shortens,
or is that simply the perception of the ones who walk on farther?