AEROLOGY

For many a year I raced the Wind
surpassing Him with grace

and always won our scrappy race
leaving Him far behind

But though I flee faster than He ^[sic]
& jump th'greatest gaps

while He falls for th'slightest traps
and pitfalls I see

Yet that undying Snail

comes through...          

     "--further than You:

In this turbulent Way you do
it's but to err you've hitched your sail."

And then I had to pause to die

& stilled I stood & mute

till spiteful He came raving by

and tore me limb & root