This moment; this time has come
What’s said, what will unravel – undone
Like a lacey slip; slithering down
As it stops, once lost then found
Space and travel, mixed as one
Black and blue, “This is done.”
Is your short pain slick?
melt the burning candle stick
a time when lands washed green
when God’s power shown extreme
like lily drops - tears as crystal
as it drips, fire the drizzle
made once two, mixed now once
backwards; then front
present and future; past undone
finally; the time has come
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