Time is deviding
Time is deviding
future and past.
Matter is deviding
The first and the last.
So where go to be one?
What gate to be passed?
Stop the clock?
Burn the woods?
Cel'brating New Year
... never lacking a beer?
Oh dear,
I forgot,
The whole screaming lot
Is the smiling of God.
Adrian 5.1.2000
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