To find the end of time
A small boat is rowing out to see the end of time
I’m sure I’ll be able to see
A new prophecy or a stopped past
And they who made time
Rowing together in a small boat
Like a spider’s web
At the end of the endlessly expanding universe
Beyond that, time has stopped
There is a small star
where two people who never ate an apple
There might be the image of the two of us
There is no memory of history
No delusion called lewdness
there is only the fleeting thought of a moment
There is only a glimmer
Time turns everything it touches
Turning everything it touches into prophecy and memory
The sea of light that is now
Fades into contradiction
Accepting new prophecies
God is created and made
And thus a history is engraved in someone’s head
Inscribed on someone’s head
As the end of an unseen time
As the end of the end
