Posing for a picture
Turned a passport
To this place,
A soft-lounged terminal
Coordinate in haze;
See light lines of peoples in return
Through the times a way via memory-urn.

The photo in it's frame
Constructed in my name,
Our posing numbered lines
Here orderly in rimes, -
Outside in our lives
Differences make their turndown strife
Inhere my dreams of peace
Lively disappear; -

Many days ago
I met this place to know,
Viewing it on
I felt the leave of run,
Now as we're in it,
Me childhood-dream come true,
Lather as we enter
It's still refreshing new.

Got on in a now
With labour ready-hand,
All professionals
Under my command,
Count the cunning
Thoughts to disappear
Like why did we work,
When we knew this place is there?

I who am a being
Meant to live in all the lands,
Bear in me the doublety of now
Plus days of soon and past,
Pictures like this
I know a million least;
The gatherings of my soul
O ever mighty feast.