in the depths of duration far away from a close the extension of yet another ending shows loss of time by the hour seasons scattered to the winds from the dying of tomorrow wearing thin
(chorus) never to return whait is said to be will not come to pass tides no longer turn what is yet to be will not last
changes of little moment for the better or the worse? into what is of no more, in reverse on the verge of existence one more rise falling through where the bloom of ever-enduring now once grew