I look foward. Egarly. Clock foward.
Knowing not, that pain retrieves. Traces...
of old, wouns lie and die not. Under...
a clock's design. Pricely prices, points...
To a time, not seen in I. Tomorrow. I am.
The new, forgotten child, a-new and peace
Inhabits, a dream denied, thus, promised.
Foward feelings. Steps sought and candles through carriages.