No time was there,
And no time could be,
It is simply the awakening,
Of beauteous you, in me.
In everyday's furrowing,
Your bountiful seed would grow,
More of a universe it would be,
In my mind a turbid sea,
Your spell, an unfinished tale,
Of a plasma flower and blue tree!
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