Who needs a preacher when 'jeez, it that the time' is the teacher?
There's a movement that follows through the tracks that time hollows and it's fast gaining fans.
A minuteman missile travels more miles in a minute than, 'jeez have you seen it' fly by?

If I'd ever played poker, I would have thrown in my hand, gone down for a few grand and let time take the ***, but I've never played poker or gone wild with the joker and rushed in with a five card running flush.

If push comes to shove it, would you love it, would you pray for the time to come preach you a sermon in secret communion with the teacher who pretends not to notice that his church is the clock dial?

If the intercontinental goes mental and the silos fire hi-lo, would you turn up the trump cards, go the whole flaming nine yards.
Does it matter when you shatter glass ceilings or feel things so close to your heart?

I depart unconvinced.