Oh wheel of Axion!

I give—you give—we as one give—thus become, I and thou

and for one moment there exists the connection, fusion, of two souls

but as the Buddha foretold, we are beings of impermanance

as are our words, our memories, our humble futures

time is never our friend, my friend

for within his bending sickle compass comes

do you not know that we have sinned?

do you not know that we have let ourselves want?

Such that we have strung ourselves to Tantalus

Oh ever longing Tantalus, may your fortune not be mine

for to that there is no end, my friend

there is no end, only sweet pomegranate seed and bitter, bitter wine.