One A dozen 10,000 Five Hundred Thousand Monday, Thursday, tuesday monday again, maybe Months and days and weeks unmoored from their orderly procession Lives and loves and lost regrets All manner of mankind's made up misadventures Swept aside by nature Which marches on Continuing to spin and crawl and stumble forward Not counting the number of lights and darks wednesday fifteenth, twenty-seventh, ninth twelve months millions billions one earth monday again, maybe