I do bitterly fault your restless digits, slatternly time;
Your agile dial's design I defy with mutinous rhyme.
What's the veiled intent of your lightning procession,
Against this snail-mover's beleaguered progression?
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Abtruse and intriguingly enigmatic, with thick sounds of a dialect heavy language. Very authentic poetry.
I meant abstruse not abtruse.