I have no time for words,
they do not sit still for me.
There they go! and they've gone again
and I cannot get them back.
Children of Meaning,
mischievous under my ward.
"Get in line!" "Stay out of there!"
"Don't you start what you can't finish!"
They hide.
They ignore the pleas of anger and of mercy.
Toys within a language,
making games of who I am.
A quest for four-leaf clover wielding gnomes,
the origin and end of rainbows.
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