To waste, this way
away to nothing
to waste a stay
dismay tasted,
inflated delay,

Oh! Ye sinner,
let life
pull your flame
to simmer,
dented side glimmer
with him,
with her,
withered destinations
vicious sameness
blameless, though,
we might be
for guilt of purity
and innocence,
all dirty

And wonder
with thine eyes,
drunk on time
supplied divine
in fury,
wonder whether,
if ever,
scheme true
and become all,
that was,
ever knew.

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