Time stalks those qualities, laps them up like milk,
And devours the rest, the gentle manner,
The kindness and care, the power to cause birth,
The power to die, unexplored, unchallenged.
Sneaking up with unwelcome opportunities
Of heartbreak and wailing tears,
Weeping, howling from me and you,
Yet I know time's blackness and surrender.
Full bloom or drown in bourbon, brown
And sharp, timelessness the size of a glass,
For how dare I escape from a memory,
Eating me up, draining and drowning me too?
Yet where is sense in eternity without you,
Without time spent, well spent or not,
Icy cold rising from my feet to consume me,
But memories always die last.
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