O It's Time
O it's time, it's time
For me to go
Where white crane
Wields the wind
Above a dock of blue
And diving crabs
From mossy rocks
Make the water spins.
O It's time, it's time
For me go
For the water contract
From the light's
Catartact
Spilling over the cliff
Of clouds.
And the eyes dilate
Crawling across the sand
Away from a mothers
Fluid hand.
O it's time, it's time
For me to go
Over the sand
And under the flow
Down to the bottom
Where the corals
Wait
My eyes to show
Pearly gate.
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