It pains us, The Now
Pest in Time's brat.
Its attention-seeking
Is immediate!
Harsh day-lit, of him
Made too aware.
Facing, each way faced
His every care.
Ten-voiced headache! World
Senseless spins on.
Night bring sleep, just to
Spare our reason!
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