The Star

There is no better time -
	the better time is now
there is no easier land -
	the earth is here to till
there is no ideal self
	only what is real
there is no superior task
	the day is here to fulfil

I can't do better then -
	only in the present hour
it is now, this minute
the struggle is -
not in a future place
	that doesn't exist -

make the day count
make it last, gather

your forces and spend them
don't hoard against

a frost that never comes
waiting for the star to fall
and light your face -

hold your love fast, quine,
in your comely arms,
and all the love you've ever known
be your flame
and home at last.

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