Here I stand somewhere in hour glass sands 

The same sands where we dance under Alcyone rays with clapsed hands.

I’m told there is no time but I’m also told to wait the 3 Neptune rotations or until the neighbors align in trine.

The event shall rattle you from a slumber shaking the hemispheres and parting life blood beds.

Tides shall swallow cities as fire from the belly of dragons engulfs its enemies.