"Time Has No Ruler"

Time, that untamed fox, that will, like a chastised madman, rigorously smile, be with me for one visionary second, for a little while. Black snow is carelessly dripping on white windows; traces are losing their potency very fast. Wind is the last manifested word, an untouchable prince, a living, perpetual outcast

Can the pious status quo last? Can a firm…