Clocks shatter backwards,
The world is flatter now.
The differences are folds
And no longer bends of the horizon,
Her, bending backwards to make you
Sea, stars, mountain, sky.
We'll get by with each swing of the grandfather,
This is her grand daughter
On a train to the same new light
Seen through different eyes,
And if these tracks are exact
Then I'll be back for a try.
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