Poem: My Life Is Not This Steeply Sloping Hour (Spoken Poetry)

Lyrics

My life is not this steeply sloping hour In which you see me hurrying Much stands behind me; I stand before it like a tree; I am only one of my many mouths And at that, the one that will be Still the soonest I am the rest between two notes Which are somehow always in discord Because Death's note wants to climb over -- But in the dark interval, reconciled They stay there trembling And the song goes on, beautiful