.
What matters now is the time
the time it has taken my record, my energy
What matters now, when finished, when I can contemplate
Tibia random mixture of sweet and timeliness
composition of chaos and the way
beautiful harmony between thought and delirium
Now, she's ready, I can see,
that I can give myself to enjoy their lines;
now, she is the only reason, is the only certainty
fixing the time on the infinite, the only
linking the space above the
change and keeps me well,
watching.
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