A FLAW IN TIME
HERE, With my cat beside me, purring On the table, by the book of books, I fade from scholarship, deferring Thought, as a bird above a brook's Burble of song, will forget his quest And dream in his own feathered breast.
Leaving all we learn by rote And logic, I have turned away, Following wisdom's antidote, Making midnight of noonday, Although I recognise the folly Of chilling the sun with melancholy.
Victim of this inane pause In the continuity of life,
I relinquish human laws
As a huntsman drops the knife At that moment when the kill Lies prostrate beneath his will.
Do you understand this thing ? Have you known this break in time, With the cat beside the king Purring such an ancient rhyme That your eyelids both have dropped, And the universe has stopped ?
RICHARD CHURCH.
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