"Time goes, you say? Ah no!
Alas, Time stays, we go."
--Henry Austin Dobson
Time, as I saw it, flies like an eagle
Soaring on greater heights to track its prey
Below: the helpless ones bound with the rule.
With wings spread wide open, gliding most free,
Against the wind by which the flight enhanced--
Yet it's the inner courage that prevails.
When eyes are but visions ever sharp, glanced,
And glances long and focused as it kills--
The precious catch what it can take with claws.
Farewell to no definite chance may seem--
There only is, by practice, to abuse
The hunt where the hunter, without doubt, claims
What must be consumed: the whole of a thing,
What you don't own, control; what it can bring.