Dead winter's gone, that lately held us tight In its cold grasp of kronos, time in chains, And spring's returned, the air, the green, the light, And washed us clean of Time with newmade rains. No more those games where clocks click off the night And measure out each step of loss and gains-- Where ticking time is ally and despite, Where time runs out and emptiness remains. For kairos now is king, and we are rapt Within the changing patterns of the game Where time's eternal, measured not nor mapped-- The rhythm of the universe we claim: Eternally unchanged, yet never trapped: Like life itself, ah!, never twice the same.
"I don't even know what that word means, or how to pronounce it, or how to use it in a sentence, or why I would use it in a sentence... and I'm still standin'."
from another speaker: "i've never used kairos in a sentence and i never will."
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Dead winter's gone, that lately held us tight
In its cold grasp of kronos, time in chains,
And spring's returned, the air, the green, the light,
And washed us clean of Time with newmade rains.
No more those games where clocks click off the night
And measure out each step of loss and gains--
Where ticking time is ally and despite,
Where time runs out and emptiness remains.
For kairos now is king, and we are rapt
Within the changing patterns of the game
Where time's eternal, measured not nor mapped--
The rhythm of the universe we claim:
Eternally unchanged, yet never trapped:
Like life itself, ah!, never twice the same.
Said by a former occupant of 215:
ReplyDelete"I don't even know what that word means, or how to pronounce it, or how to use it in a sentence, or why I would use it in a sentence... and I'm still standin'."
Ethos? What is that, some kind of Greek god? What is he going to do, strike me down with his hammer or something?
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