The way we eat time
With a dash of bitters
And a good red wine
Time is a carnivore
Have another slice
To dip in the blood
But how joy visits the body
Alone in some room
Of that time knows nothing
Nor does he-she-it
Value enough or comprehend
Only later what’s going on
Time tries to turn the body
Into a theme park of diseases
And we must not let it
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