If it were within,
within our power,
beyond the reach
of slavish pride.
To no longer
harbour grievances,
behind the masked
opportunist's facade:
We could welcome responsibility
like a long lost friend,
and re-establish laughter
in the dolls' house once again.
For time has imprisoned us
in the order of our years,
in the discipline of our ways,
and in the passing of momentary stillness
we can see our chaos in motion
Our chaos in motion
We can see our chaos in motion,
view our chaos in motion.
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