Time loans many hands to caress
The form once took has ceased to be
Buried beneath January snow
Spring is fast approaching
Clearing grit from my eyes
Emptying my lungs
I can hear birdsong
At a distance
Settling for less is not to be
Finding love for life
Still smoking and drinking
Thinking about running
Poor decision is abundant
The king of the castle can't see
Draped in gold and silver
The wrong that he does
Even as horizons approach
I can see the future
Woven into a tapestry
Rife with repetition
Breaking free from chains
Put in place by the unthinking
Growing in number
Staying alert for the prime
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