Sliding Through Life

Sliding Through Life a wanton star that parted with the other stars not even a farewell no it was a rebel star and the other stars wanted not amongst them a rebel Star. * * A sword a sea a cliff other cliffs all high and horrible a cavern deep and arched and other caverns and coves half arched into the sea gulping waters of salt: Ah! time passed here became enamored stayed for long asleep in drowsiness and innocence relative: ah! Time stopped here. Yet by and by Time heard the ticking of his watch Time heard the hammering on his brain Time heard the alarm clock in his veins and blood He woke And as he woke he looked more noble than Prometheus waking under his familiar rock in summer more muscled tall than Hercules. A brain that thinks projects one thing after another: always wanting more and more but stable in the end towards sleep as the old houses facing Hastings Gardens. They sleep; mid-night peaks; passes then in the night stillness rolls on the wheels of Motion silently till Dawn with her damsel army appears on the line of the horizon. Time stops; moves not; then moves again; there be a higher Urge that pricks so to move. And we We humans move with time All in to History as per History and are rolled on and on the wheels of Motion silently.