Whirls reality, there’s no such time as Now
whose dreams swept , fleeting like the stars
whose flushed our universe in oceans arched
whose figure-eight returns to no-such place
Where there’s no future nor a past remain
we’re left with sacred,
no future, past remain
whose figure-eight returns to no such place.
Flushed our swirling universe in oceans arched
whose dreams burn, fleeting like the stars.