
To gain your own renewal with every passing lapse,
You shackle Man in ever-shifting slaveries of frustration,
Promising the while to help improve his next attempt –
Yet never granting that fulfillment.
And so you use
The wasting of each man
As measure of your strength.
But the desires
Of Man’s transitory,
Strife-begotten life
Are greater
Than the cold complacence
Of your effortless destruction.
And if you fail to care
That the toll
Of your strength
Is unforgivable,
Remember, Time, that without Man —
You die…