from The Master Circadian Clock Cycle 1-8
Patience is a woman who walks far ahead,
knowing too well what drives us,
connives us into
We stew in her solace,
unable to forage meals without toll.
She shows us, six feet ahead,
how dawdlers get themselves
for their troubles.
Clinging to sycophantic trance,
we’ll be our own pallbearers before
wisdom conjures up
the next sculptor’s hand.
“…patience is a woman,”
we wait for her.
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