What Matter's The Day...
What matter's the day
when life is like an anchored barque
that floats o'er the waves
but moves in no direction
Friday to Friday
seems but a day as time speeds forth
with abandoned haste
that spearheads a roiling wake
But the barque holds fast
although awashed by angry swells
compassing all points
and setting its course toward none
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