
Snow on me.
Freeze me.
Hit my leaves with winds.
Rain on me.
Hail on me.
Drench my leaves.
Heat me.
Light me.
Grow my leaves in the sun.
Snow on me.
Freeze me.
Hit my leaves with winds.
Rain on me.
Hail on me.
Drench my leaves.
Heat me.
Light me.
Grow my leaves in the sun.
Snow on me.
Freeze me.
Hit my leaves with winds.
Rain on me.
Hail on me.
Drench my leaves.
Heat me.
Light me.
Grow my leaves in the sun.
Nosferatu (1922)
When the clock chimes 12:00
midnight in the glass house,
time will stand still.
The music will stop.
Dancers will freeze in place.
All will be quiet,
waiting for the last chime.
After the twelfth bong,
time will be released from its trance.
The dancing and music will resume.
No time is lost.
Nothing is gained.
The Dead have assumed control.
THE DEAD GAME has begun.
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Time continues on and on.
Without stopping or hesitating.
What if time stopped?
Would we still age?
Would everyone and everything
come to a stand still?
It’s nice to dream, isn’t it?