Cobra Of Time

Now That Dusk Be Come Let ourselves to shows of beauty be resigned. * Cobra of time, grizzly Bear. The water salts sniff Together we lifted The giant lid of time - for Once. The waters hid; that was The Time of the Petard Ink, ink, ink, And the chanson fades, Fades, fades. The waters shoot. The sun heat shoots. In the square there's a monument Of a tall column square With a Cat's head thereon. The time of the weights The falling of dusk Day, each day, prepares to fade. Then It executes its plan With strings from above drawn By The mighty humble Sub-Conscious. Mighty monument of might Crumbling with time And age; the winds eroding Hide. In the Pandora's box-of-Time I faded. Hang on my neck it is Hardening. Knowledge miracles will Work when I so will. For The compression of the miracles In the Knowledge be. In the other square At its four corners And Beyond, baskers in ditty. A fleet of char-a-bancs Sailed through the pedestrian Area Exception made for a few Minutes. For there students just Graduating. On the loud hailers some Of their knowledge An advert to the crowd On their graduation. Move slow, move slow The night is coming Now That dusk has come.