Oh sweet and silent solitude — heir of sublime tranquility… who are you spirit of wanting seeking attentions of the heart of listening heard in fervent desire of understanding? I am Time come to share stories of so long ago. To share in childhood’s journey across waters of silence intertwined in storms of growth. Time to show the child all things of before of the things of a Love so pure once been and did not waver. Time to show the child called… of the lessons unnoticed of perpetual giving.
Why am I of Time? Asked the child. A essence of instruction in Time the child was told. I am Time — bringer of great wills of battle. Step away from the left and the right of mind. There can be no more standing in questions not answered of answers not questioned. Glorious Earth’s blood has been drank dry… her own made drunk in the drinking of the precious fluids of calm and scale. Come… come now through the darkness out of the realms of nowhere — to the center of the unseen Masters… intimates of first beginning.
Called by name they have who born told pains in cumbersome tolerance of heavy heart. I am Time… bringer of fortune and Faith — Master of move and might: A heart of replacement entrusted to ‘see’ all things to come and be. I am here to open the doors of red which would not open from the dawn of standing exposed and unguarded. I of Time will open doors past of red unto nows path — the place of no more. Walk hence in delight of grace and joy and peace of forgotten memories of must and persistence.
A child of wonder wonders still upon full-grown shoulders wondering of answers to questions not answered. Time of time has come full circle — life giving kindle-ment to incessant darkness of hearts bearing history’s mistake. I of Time give back of life and reason in time — reality’s riches ten fold upon the hearts of gold. Look back not at the secreted nothing — a keepsake r and nonsensical key-master of ungodly and forbidden broken law. Only one door is right — all others empty paths without remedy. I am Time… welcome child of mine through the doors of red — Muse-ic’s gratuitous path.
Life is at play in Time’s war of contradiction and constraint of relentless humanity’s insanity. A Judgement of thorns will be issued… and justice of thorn’s judgement be mine unto a heart of grim made to listen in heed of hearts of gold placed and given to ‘see’. A reason has begotten of move where a Queen sits at deciphers reigning patience. I am Time of gathering forbearance: A surrounding to weaken the weaknesses of hegemony’s reign. Oh yes child… a will begotten of attention in my entitled glory and deserving states of awe. ‘God‘ of Time — indeed I am and not ignored.
Muse-ic… gift of pain… voice of growth and reason… yes we’ll sing yes we’ll sing… because the sky will hear our song. ⓒ