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The Northern Star
But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
"O let not time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time."
– Auden, 'As I Walked out One Evening'
Below the speckled nougat sky,
and clouds of cotton wool blotches
the sun hides a Northern star
as she takes short breaths and watches
the evening turn its marble dregs
as dark as the cancerous night
when the smooth coconut flesh
wakes, in distant epochs, to realise
that time cannot be conquered
but by her wit, the tireless squib
forces the buckled Earth to its knees
raising Cane and waiting to jib
that "history or time will not
have me chained to this heavy spot"
and the brown peppered praline bonce
headed forwards but never forgot
that time cannot be conquered,
the cola nights, milk days will come
and go, and everything must flow
into what she now becomes:
The milky haloed Northern star!
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