March In Upon The Valley Without Time...
Echoes Out A Cry In Static Shock;
When What Shocks Is The Stasis And Flow
Of Time In Thoughtful Passing Runaway!
As The Glacial Ice Seem To Pass Away,
Melt And Crack Wide Fissures Open.
Is Your Mind Encassed-Melt-Away-Solid?
The Mind Blocks Of Ice To Flow Ideas,
Which Gushes Forth To Drown Away The Time.
A Valley Within Mind To Crack Open Wide,
To Leave A Mark Toward A Path In Passing Away,
This Life That Ends To Come To Pass... In Time.
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