Eternal movement
Hands sprinting on these dials
Relentless motion
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Eternal movement
Hands sprinting on these dials
Relentless motion
Forcing wakefulness
I resist vigorously
Weariness grinds
I pull my dust together
And rise
So much of life lost
Since we deny so much hope
Leaves starting to fall
Amusing
How I put pen to paper
Expecting certain words
To flow gracefully
I’m always surprised
At what lands upon
The page

Compline sung again
Mark another year of life
I am richly blessed