When? I said. You’ve got nothing but time
Is Time a niggard? Grant me more time, Time.
But, She spoke and said, She’d do it swiftly.
"That might be best – Quick! 1, 2, 3.
Or, if you’d rather, it could be done slowly."
She said that all I had, had just been lent to me.
“Those gifts you had thought I had given to thee
weren’t yours, nor mine, nor, were those gifts gifts.
But, tentacles, and vines filled with shit.”
But, She spoke and said, She’d do it swiftly.
"That might be best – Quick! 1, 2, 3.
Or, if you’d rather, it could be done slowly."
She said that all I had, had just been lent to me.
“Those gifts you had thought I had given to thee
weren’t yours, nor mine, nor, were those gifts gifts.
But, tentacles, and vines filled with shit.”
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