Time Comments

Now away from the Coruscating ravine, My mind wishes to receive the call of thine, The catacomb of time I am so buried, ...

The door wast open without Frontage to Pass, Archiepiscopal air breathes through the mind.

Stood I astounded with no words to broach, Depravity it was to divest my levity,

A vain man on the Plain of stride of life, A living sepulchre, an acolyte did become My life losing the shaky drowse of time

_ At the corridor of thy Synagogue, The Ventricle of thy care and Favour, Stood I day and night outside amid errants, The door wast open without Frontage to Pass, Archiepiscopal air breathes through the mind.

The interior Decorum of my being. A vain man on the Plain of stride of life, A living sepulchre, an acolyte did become My life losing the shaky drowse of time.

A living sepulchre, an acolyte did become My life losing the shaky drowse of time. .....time is absolute