Everything remains as it never was
Who will measure the dimensions of antumnos?
Who can tell the gauge of it's veil?
Who can manifest the size of it's maw?
And infer the value of it's stones?
Yet the glowing wick will not be quenched
The sown fire will never die
What is
What ever was
What ever is to come
What would
What ever should
It will remain as it never was
Eternity's past was repeated in time
The eternal knot will be unbroken
Whence comes the motion in this picture?
Where does the moment go when it steals away?
Who will pen the pages of the time?
Who will be the audience when the curtains rises?
Where do we go..
What have we become..
Whither went what was..
Shall there ever be dawn..
Did we ever change?
