The whole thing is
clearly a critique of time
The principle of getting by
the past when it’s sublime
no earthly way of knowing
when the verse was cast
except it wasn’t from the future
must be from that
sublime past
I count the clock
in a thousand ways
I measure out my coffee spoons
in tarnished bygone days
I’m surely screwing up
but none of it’s a crime
so kindly step behind me
and just give me enough time
what
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