Across the plains of time
A gentle abyss opens
To reveal a hidden tunnel leading
To a Land of Extra Time
For all of us to enter
And enjoy its present
Of an extended presence
Of the present
Before the sun descends
And the dark winds move in
To force the closure
Of the gentle abyss
And the Land of Extra Time
Sealed and hidden from view
For now.

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