The mortals think the landscape is all one objective time.
The immortals are persuaded that it is more like a flowing into the sea.
This explains the many timeless, or not-so-timeless deaths of mortals.
For time has many eddies, but the idea that the landscape is covered in time is a worthwhile idea.
For time is no more than the summoning of timeless souls from the earlier depths of something, pain, and mattering.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem