The gift of time at last
Arrives in a little box
I keep trying to open
But it keeps getting bigger
Until I find myself inside it
Working through the wrappings
The births and deaths of light
Emanating from the center
I think I will find there
My still-beating heart
Encrusted with time
When I get to the bottom
Of so many things
And behold you waiting all along
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