GRIEVOUS PENDULUM
My son, that grievous pendulum bears little
watching and matters less - its arc and sweep
will soon enough swoop low and touch. Nothing
we can do. Hide the rafters in the rafters, do what
you will to escape; you will not, nor I. It is the way
of this Life, this pattern, this time. Let us watch the
apples and pears on those backyard trees - they
buzz and crinkle right now with both birds and bees,
yes, but 'ere long too those limbs shall be vacant
and broken, and strewn like kindle on this
insatiably hungry ground.
My son, that grievous pendulum bears little
watching and matters less - its arc and sweep
will soon enough swoop low and touch. Nothing
we can do. Hide the rafters in the rafters, do what
you will to escape; you will not, nor I. It is the way
of this Life, this pattern, this time. Let us watch the
apples and pears on those backyard trees - they
buzz and crinkle right now with both birds and bees,
yes, but 'ere long too those limbs shall be vacant
and broken, and strewn like kindle on this
insatiably hungry ground.
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