I can’t see the object
I see only a reflection
So, that everything is backwards

How could I explain it?
& I don’t what I’m saying
& the words amount to nothing

I know that time doesn’t matter
So, what if the end is near?
The end’s when it’s begun

Why shouldn’t we be jealous?
How could anyone believe
That we’re measured by prowess?(?)

One hand cuffs the other
That believes it’s won the battle
But, we’re both of the same body

I know that time doesn’t matter
Not so much refracting…
But, expanding in the earth