Mr. Skank Junk, After He Met J. Alfred Prufrock: Poem by Peter S. Quinn

'All love's alike - the ever returning
Flame of the morning and breeze of the night,
Like the fumes of life in hearts are burning
And weighting upon what is wrong and right.
We leave with clouds that life designed
And confess it's broken or again distressed,
Like darkness in light is love often blind
And not remembering what it once assessed.
Time is both day and night, it comes and goes
With a touch that breathed into silentness,
To the unknown that's awaken in embryos
Before the risen dawn vigilantness.
Love is like this, clearest feelings fitful,
Flows and burns, - contrasts become never dull.'