I had better be now silent.
For there is such noble kind inside!
A work and inner privilege,
A metaphore so fine,
Of so gleaming a mind!
And even when the world's rules
No longer apply,
I know something is left of us;
We'd had a reason for all,
And heart for nothing.
They found the key of space,
Unlocked time and awaited long.
But what was it they saw then?
It was but art, fastened skyward.
I was asked then, what we should do;
But little did I care for them;
Insensitive beings, united in transparent bliss.
Before me stood
A creation so flawless -
Can't they imagine?
How will they end?
Time was merely what it's now;
However great our efforts might be
Another will not ever be born!
No dusk in perfect sound;
Keeping the secrets white as fog.
Yielding before such bravery,
Opposing their actions, deaf and blind
Until they heard the music in his mind.
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