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Woe, how time

Leaves withered men

Astranged, afraid

And none, again

As every king

As every peasant

Join in ash

Out of the present

Everything born

Everything built

Our ramparts once were

And shall become silt

Bound

I've kept this trice

The chasm

Opens to clench its vice

The desert of passsage

Its omnipotent reign

Lavishly seldom

Lay barren and bane

By the glowing

Gates of the east

To the westward

Banks of the sea

Chronos

Sail free

And then the storms

Rage with inanity

Reduced to whispers

Of plain vanity

Every season

Lacking in reason

Bones

Bent by the years

The clockhand persists

Churning the gears

The futile attempts to

Derange the dancing spheres

Day after day after

Night after night

Grow,

The rift between today and then

Scattering the vestiges

Of long unremembered men

Destitute

Not if - but when?

Instant by instant

So close yet so distant

Desolve

Thy self among the sands of time

Leave

And enter the sublime

Everything spoken

Everything done

All that is lost

All that is is won

All one

Undone

All one

All is none