Timetravel: you probably think
it’s a lot of fun, but it isn’t.
In fact, to be frank and fair,
It can be a little bit scary.
It’s getting worse,
The fear; it’s getting worse,
Year on year.
Timetravel: you probably think
it’s a lot of fun, but it isn’t.
In fact, to be frank and fair,
It can be a little bit scary.
It’s getting worse,
The fear; it’s getting worse,
Year on year.
River you flow on
Endless and strong.
River with your crown of reeds
Tough and tender in the wind
Slanting like the arrows of a hunter
Bent towards where the open mouth
Swallows the sea.
Eyes of coral blossom
as grey as the silent moon,
dotted with tendrilled ether
that streaks his vision apart.