Realise, fool, Idiot, that it Is not your Potential that counts.It is what you are now, What you are thinking now, Here. Tomorrow is nothing. It does not exist. Today, we lay the patterns For tomorrow. Today is the time to Change everything. Not next week, For Christ’s sake. Remember this,Of course, the whole Answer is summed up In one neat word – Death.

The midnight hand Stands upright, Caught for an instant In the pitching chime Of dead day, The hush cries, freedom! And is strangled in the rushOf tomorrow’s potential. The midnight hour, When time is still, A shrill gasp of passion unspent, A sour taste Of bent magic In a god’s tragic World.