The Myriad and the Scarecrow.
Time does not care for your pain,
For what feelings do you hold towards time other than contempt?
Why should time be your friend?
for you endlessly curse him.
The Myriad and the Scarecrow gaze out into space as the seasons erode each other,
The crows can but laugh,
as the dawn breaks once more.
Joseph Blake
Prague 1862
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