Time, Once Taunted, Laughed At
Time, once taunted, laughed at
Limits, street-lit, leapt of
Whose own, this one, as to it
Now, in a stoop, does bow.
Heathen child, in swoon of life
In the moment's worship!
Creaking more conscious of whom
Vengeful symptoms endow.
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