[Let that which is to come be as it may...]

Let that which is to come be as it may,Darkness, extinction, justice, life intenseThe flies are happy in the summer day,Flies will be happy many summers hence.Time with his antique breeds that built the SphynxTime with her men to come whose wings will tower,Poured and will pour, not as the wise man thinks,But with blind force, to each his little hour.And when the hour has struck, comes death or change,Which, whether good or ill, we cannot tell,But the blind planet will wander through her rangeBearing men like us who will serve as well.The sun will rise, the winds that ever moveWill blow our dust that once were men in love.