The sun came up so fast
I missed the turn at dawn
And crashed right into noon.
Speed up, slow down, hold fast;
Time’s elasticities pawn
Orrery forgery phases of the moon.
As characters in a cast —
A drama, a mold — are drawn,
Sprung saltatory from a rune,
As curves are tangents amassed,
The air saturated with soon
Has put instantaneous on
And rushes un-went, un-gone,
All minima maxima strewn,
It goes without saying at last.