Time was born in emptiness
And in emptiness shall pass;
But it shall never die.
Emptiness breeding emptiness
That’s where we find meaning
In the heavy darkness
That abounds (all the way)
From being to not being.
Old and yet young;
A companion of all
And a companion of none;

Time will continue
On the journey that’s begun
But that shall never end.
Though millions strive to fill the emptiness
Time shall never die.

_______ 1964

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