Faceless
Time, enchanting in its dreariness,
Ceaseless in atomic habits;
Seems to stand still beneath my feet
And become the trapeze of verity.
Time, comforting in its dreariness,
The doom of the gloom in oblivion,
Dwells in the room, and gently wields the truth,...
Ceaseless in atomic habits;
Seems to stand still beneath my feet
And become the trapeze of verity.
Time, comforting in its dreariness,
The doom of the gloom in oblivion,
Dwells in the room, and gently wields the truth,...