NOW'S THE TIME
'Now's the time of the time of day
to be certain of things going your way :
there are truly blessed flowers on automatic,
driving themselves up through the dirt. There
are starlings and things with all their sings;
they sound like aliens chattering, on all the
Springtime branches, and I know all their dances.
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It isn't like it was supposed to be this way : the
chances were always options. Nuclear Winter
could have held us down, the grim canard of
a global warm mistaking this alliance of time
and pleasure for nothing but the trouble they
seek. I love the meek. We shall inherit the Earth.'
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