For 10 years
I worked when I wanted to work,
ate when I wanted to eat,
bathed even when I chose to bathe.
The hours became me.
I drank out of the fountains of paradise,
sifted through the walls of silence,
studied to find what was God
and wherein the angels might lay.
Music filled my ears
and voices filled the air around me.
Timepieces I threw away,
and minutes I dug into my fold.
Living was living
and dying consisted of nothing at all.
Then, at last, my time complete,
I fell into the waters of ineptitude,
a song forgotten,
an angel no more.
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