Too lotsthese lights. Batscan’t do their gnat trickbit. Too coursethese foods, too bruisedthe fruit, blacked the viewToo fierce these fuedsToo true: all sinned,too sinned, all,

That time keeps onslippingslippingslippinginto the futureisn’t true,strictly speaking. It slips past, if anything,like a train.It also slipsinto the past as ifthe past were a bogcapable