Catch me before time, shadow of me, above.
Past my presence now,
until underminds closes beautyfull
doors of path.
Like running scared i enjoy and
sorrow time as it would comes behind hollow
and fronting frozen me from the past.
Presence its here, nothing gathers me more
than concience of master of antik.
tik,tak it says but not yet,nor quite.
Anonymous object, like wonderer, wonderer.
like written a clock, or speaken riddle,
mind or walking illusion, Antik like roseline.
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