The fifth second of forever (circles)

(Brock / Lloyd-Langton) There's a circle on a paper High a planet in the sky From the dust which will not settle Hours is the time you lie. Track your finger in the cluster You've found the cause which is called must Remember always you are nothing Though others say that you must suss. (You must trust the new messiah) Of time which is the passing quasar A venture short within ourselves Through the veil of sleek emotion The mists of dark cannot be felt.