A restless soul makes light of time
when flurried thoughts make dark of mind,
and held these lips forever be
till parting words find liberty.
The blind surreal is deaf and dumb
to every note my words have sung,
and when but silence meets my ears
this fools succumbs to all his fears.
Come dawn, come dusk, come midday sun,
I dither and dather ‘till all’s been done.
Pray tell me no, if that be true,
for assumption will no longer do.