All Or Nothing Whatever It Is Poem by Peter S. Quinn

All or nothing whatever it is
Coming or going by
Something small eternally this
Forever slipping high
Reasons are working
Rifting the past
Shadows there lurking
Making its cast

Time after the fall
Darkish in fever
Flickering fire on wall
The minute’s deceiver
Burning the candle
Flaming till gone
Wishfully to handle
Everything there on

Hours in the making
The minutes to go
Strangeness waking
Make anew flow
Are you the bringer?
Wandering man
The fancy-free singer
Of a yin and a yen

Take what you must
Enough of stupidity
Do not though unjust
What comes here free?