my mind balks.
I have nothing ready, I see no way back.
A scull, buoyant as flotsam, lunges
forward in rhythmic spasms.
At each stroke, Time, the relentless oarsmen, plunges
two different oars into a different stream.
my mind balks.
I have nothing ready, I see no way back.
A scull, buoyant as flotsam, lunges
forward in rhythmic spasms.
At each stroke, Time, the relentless oarsmen, plunges
two different oars into a different stream.