What if "Time" wasn't a tag but a sign that something sublime
Was happening in a place where on the face of it the shine was long gone
Where the map and the flag combine with the past
To cast a shadow so sad you can see hope rejected in every breath drawn?
But maybe just say the unexpected was a portal for the immortal
With the angels in the architecture and the wings torn into a forlorn poster where most of us would just walk on?
If the talk of strange sights wasn't only for the lonely and deranged
But a rent in the veil for us all and a miracle dawn?
Coolfin Fortuna Egeria Daphne Pandora Euterpe and Thalia
Seven streets seven sisters goddesses muses and all the sweet dirty Southside
Lyrical grime full of legends and yesterdays spent in a ramshackle tale
It might be Time