S(p)in a dotted line a thousand times and make a memory
Time begins and ends in all dichotomy
Lilly grass grows half as fast as elements spin jewelry
When winning weaves a winning glass be merry in the winnowing
Follow me merrily seasons tracking in a circle
Making sure we all may know the hour of our mercy
Track the sign of songs that sing the rain again
But open doors to cabins halls who echo with the stirring
Of warmth and love not need and weight to keep me ever furrowing