There comes a time
in the time of time
when time stands still
in a stone dove on top of a round pillar
and ruby-red eyes.
Yes this time comes my friends
but it is not now
nor then nor ever
My king, my maiden
my holy angel bird
my wings of paper
my tempting crash-and-burn
keep friends forever
grow grass on the treasure
rely on the dead
mechanism of time
that will come
in turn, when this passes, this
eternal now.
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