Temporal parmenides

(Trans. Sider, and Johnstone, Jnr)

The gates opened

We cannot go back to that night, g, and you come home with me

It never happened, so how can we talk of it being?

And time doesn’t go back, but is bound to fate

The gates that opened

The wild horses have bonds, out of your reason comes

An eternity bound and free, if guided properly

Bdsm with me. My goddess says, “G, is now me, in your eyes”

“She is for you, my eternity,” so she taught me

The gates that opened, saw you stand, my goddess before me