Diviner

Give me freedom,
Or give me death.

A ferris-wheel of friends,
Each step unto the next.

Just kicking a tin can
For better or for fun.

What credit?
Appointed reference,

With a sun-dial smile
Sitting on the fence.

Cheshire precedent,
Premonitions respect.

And with intent to seize this brevity,

A dime
A year
For rent.

I can see The Child in each of the faces around me.