Shakespearean. Soliloquy. Slang. Scripture.

Ain't nobody got time for the proud man's contumely

When there is hope for the undiscover'd country

All our yesterdays have gathered fools 
the way for dusty death

But I'm not gonna live on wasted breath.
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I have seen nothing more conducive to righteousness than solitude. He who is alone sees nothing but God, and if he sees nothing but God, nothing moves him but the will of God.

 ~ Dhu-l-Nun ~

It's Time

"It's time."

    "It's time?'

It's time. This time.

 Chimes. Mimes. Dimes. 

Clanking. Prancing. Tossing.

Silver. White. Silver.

Tradition. Volition. Donation.

It's time. This time.

A kick of dust under the hot sun.

A hummingbird zooming through bushes in front of a school.

A child running through a dim hall.

A teacher settling notebook papers on her desk.

A mother taking a secretarial call.

A man removing bills from envelopes.

A Father moving through the earth.

It's time. This time.

Forgotten ink.

No time to think.

All wonder if the journey's bleak.

Storms or whispers? How do You speak?

Reached the peak; 

My mind is silent, but the blisters creak.

Mortal powder on my head, 

awaiting laws to show me to my bed.

If it pleases you, can we meet and you'll be fed.

I have a friend named Tumult, whose infliction I have dreaded.

If it pleases the Queen, it pleases me.

Forgotten ink.

No time to think.

Take the daily.

Make it hasty.

React but not reflect.

Look back and you'll defect.

Na.

O.

Breath.

Yah

weh