My eyes close shut, crouched in my hut
The ground too hot, time just a knot...
My ration glooms, the present blooms,
Unborn past looms, future it dooms...
Unbalanced whirls, time's madd'nin' swirls,
My hut it hurls, caught in its curls...
The flood washes the earth, the sky,
Stars drown, deserts awake and feelings die...
Impervious to time my soul's still dry...
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