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 I loved a Triple Spiral, my maiden-mother-crone

 I folded my devotion into an origami rose

 Stood at her Tiffany window, she said to look below

 Could I see the town was burning?

 Could I see the broken prison?

 Could I see that it was time for me to go?

 They looted the museum and took all that they could hold

 A motorcade of flatbed trucks made off with quite a haul

That’s when I heard someone shout,

 “In with the new! Out with the old!”

 A dusty box of letters

 A rusting suit of armor

 A casket made of fourteen karat gold

That’s the problem

No sense of time

 She is shaped just like an hourglass there laying on her side

 I loved you Triple Spiral–father, son and ghost

 But you left me in my darkest hour when I needed you,

 when I needed you

 Now that the dream is over I want it to be known

 That I never saw it coming

 Through my little human prism

 How sad it is to know I’m in control

That’s the problem

An empty sky

 I fill it up with everything that is missing from my life

Where did you come from?

You fated sign

Spinning through the centuries expanding all the time

Three worlds at once that blend together

Three times I cried for us but I felt better then

 I loved you Triple Spiral, my maiden-mother-crone

 You found me in this fallow state, my mind was off and stowed

 I heard your strange commotion and wished I could go home

 To live a little longer

 A full Indian summer

Long enough to carve you into stone

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