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Time snips little bits of impatience
From my frame and fits them together
For its own amusement; creating in
Its image a picture of a being
In finest humour.

In my margins critically written notes
Are crossed out or erased, and lovingly
Collected impediments are corrected;
Cornered bruises and headache
Making sights are brushed over.

Fallen idols are rebuilt and splashed with
Leadless colour before being under arm slung
With cables and hoisted back into place;
Their biographies adapted in
A joined up childish spiral.

Bargain bin chicken dug fingers ease my
Ink dripping limbs apart, replenish my coin box
And settle down to watch as I spin
Around in peace with the leeway
Of a good natured fool.