Arcs of Time

Saturn’s rings came streaming through his window
Like a friend of a friend that’s telling him to let go
The pathways to the future are behind him now
Telling him those things he’s yet to know

He was arcane
He knew the length of every nail in his coffin
He was to blame
He’ll come again

Saturn’s rings were pilgrims of tobacco
Spirits from his pipe writing symbols in the glow
Prophecies in spirals draw the twisting of the knife
And the minutes before midnight as they grow

This was a game
He knew the name of every ring around that planet
They were arcane
They were to blame

Saturn’s rings were binding him, never to let go
With time on his tongue he named it his eternal foe
Saturn’s rings came streaming through his windpipe
Telling him the error of his ways

It was arcane
It knew to count his every living hour
It came again
None was to blame