Is it time? Do you note it? It flows, it swallows, it's forgotten, it's prude, Woven from corpses through centuries' hue. Time unabiding? Can you write it? The words t-t-tipping in and out of the mouth Grinding the bones and flesh - what do we go on about? Tyrannical time, weary of noises Wretched gargoyle loses its spoils, The stares it has been given over the foils. Linger yet time-loop, better yet: MOVE! No cure comes to those that have nothing to lose, Humanity's trial is in the pudding to prove. Self-absorbed time -can't you feel it yet? We're losing the battle We know We never had. Rotten to the core, mirroring, made its own bed.
And Ireland is in a other lock down, so this is my frustration reflected