I fear, I fear, the pheromones
though frozen in your tears.
The stored potential of their lure
attracts me ever still
This crystal moth in orbit
round the darkest of your dreams.
I wait, I wait, for the thaw to weep
the rains of our release.
To that which we cannot deny.
As Time spectates, goes idly by
and races with itself.
I succumb, I succumb to the sounds of my youth
The nervous navigation
on winds returning your refrain.
What once there was, will be again
or never was I here.
I submit.
I submit.
I submit
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