Let sunlight be day, starlight be night,

As before ticks and tocks and chimes imposed

Unnatural rhythms, unticking what God

Or Nature bestowed—a heart, a current, 

A steady beat, a quickening beat; the ebb

And flow of life itself, the syncopated beat, 

Not by cadence imposed, but cadence earned

By love and fear and hurt and joy, by all

That makes a heart dance its dance, dance until

It can dance no more, day flowing as the

River flows through canyons and calm, finding

Its natural pace—too late! It is done,

Structure and division—because we can—

That is our nature, to beat day and night

Into ungodly submission, to serve 

No one well and all by whim; day and night,

When night is light and day is dim, when chimes

Wake the weary, dictate passion, sow angst.

I am wearied by this construct of time,

I reach for something irretrievable,

The rhythm of stars and sun, of seasons.

Let time be something other than a goad,

Let life evolve and death arrive unclocked.