• AND what is time? It is a sunset and sunrise
    Existing to provide white, black, and gray;
    A predetermined category, of enraptured slate
    That the contained virus demands be fit
    Undreamt of to truly feel, and so goes on
    Secluded and given numbers to name,
    Till my world ceases to exist,
    And everything touched turns to gold;
    Then Elizabeth lives before the second,
    And the courtier resides in still.
    Mongrels! if we have remained at bay for the full,
    If the Clock and Grandfather have tried for time,
    You doth non label and justify
    Should it be measured by your bias of simply living.
    Mongrels! expand my freedom for can not remain
    Void now, she lose her title’s sake
    Live in your limited world and state.