A Bit about the name

From the poem by Yeats.

He Tells of the Perfect Beauty
O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes,
The poets labouring all their days
To build a perfect beauty in rhyme
Are overthrown by a woman's gaze
And by the unlabouring brood of the skies:
And therefore my heart will bow, when dew
Is dropping sleep, until GOD BURN TIME,
Before the unlabouring stars and you.

What a powerful phrase. It evokes the eternal just reflecting upon it.

God BURN time?
Ehhh, would be a bit presumptuous. I'd think it would sound more like a command rather than a reflection and meditation.

God BURNING time?
A bit long.

God's BURNING time?
Straying far from the poem -- not that the poem defines anything here. Why would even the last statement be needed? Why do we feel impelled to justify choices we've made?

Can time burn? Hmmm that brings up some interesting questions. If the eternal is the absence of time and that is our "future" then time will have to "burn". Is time burning now. Is time a physical aspect of the elements of the world -- or was Paul merely talking about our vain traditions and rituals?