time one

    And a face on treet was a finished face.

    Bething, myself and God alone

    tant symmetry.

    Since you ered all my rinity is ted:

    Stone is not stone

    And faces like tioned cers in dreams are incomplete

    Until in te face

    I recognize your exiled eyes.

    tair leaving your shadow.

    tonigorn room sleeps

    Beneatarlig by you.