He told me to wait for the meaning of it all. I became Time herself, measuring events and connections, all things as one, until
the dust rose like flames and stones like men, and I fell
Mud through their fingers, they made of me a goddess and put me to sleep in the river.
Now I pace time with my passages, and hold the gates to the other side, that other side of (t)his.
[*The first line is an obvious reference to Leonard Cohen’s songs.]