We’ve dropped our point in time
And on that note we can all rhyme
For that subsistence can then climb
And bottom out our space in time;
Our nodes
Can implode
And our senses can chime
But we can never be brought back onto time
Until we have crossed the new line
Inimitably in time.
We have crossed our new timeline.
It is our codes
It is our higher flows
It is our course of course-correction nodes
And our clock in time
Has struck nine.
It is our time
And we have crossed our line.