"the years shall run like rabbits,
for in my arms i hold
the flower of the ages,
and the first love of the world.
but all the clocks in the city
began to whirr and chime:
o let not time deceive you,
you cannot conquer time.
in the burrows of the nightmare
where justice naked is,
time watches from the shadow
and coughs when you would kiss.
in headaches and in worry,
vaguely, life leaks away
and time will have his fancy
to-morrow or to-day."
/w.h. auden
animal collective - who could win a rabbit? (royal oak, mi 5.18.09)
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