I loved a Triple Spiral, my maiden-mother-crone I folded my devotion into an origami rose Stood at her Tiffany window, she said to look below Could I see the town was burning? Could I see the broken prison? Could I see that it was time for me to go? They looted the museum and took all that they could hold A motorcade of flatbed trucks made off with quite a haul That’s when I heard someone shout, “In with the new! Out with the old!” A dusty box of letters A rusting suit of armor A casket made of fourteen karat gold That’s the problem No sense of time She is shaped just like an hourglass there laying on her side I loved you Triple Spiral–father, son and ghost But you left me in my darkest hour when I needed you, when I needed you Now that the dream is over I want it to be known That I never saw it coming Through my little human prism How sad it is to know I’m in control That’s the problem An empty sky I fill it up with everything that is missing from my life Where did you come from? You fated sign Spinning through the centuries expanding all the time Three worlds at once that blend together Three times I cried for us but I felt better then I loved you Triple Spiral, my maiden-mother-crone You found me in this fallow state, my mind was off and stowed I heard your strange commotion and wished I could go home To live a little longer A full Indian summer Long enough to carve you into stone