In the rocky mess
fossiled your face
In and around;
Innocence loses way
The bright yellow spring
Hinds its lips in
The future-
To alter time and words.
Time is numerical
Words are engraved
Encrusted, encrypted:
Its the Time machine.
Wait in despair to finish the line.
Moushumi moushumi
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