Our Times

And so our fellowships torment my thought

I see the fires of our passions intermingling

Should I… Should I not, but you remember, do you not?

Our surreal dance of loving.

It is our carnal feast of consumption

Let us lay aside manner and etiquette

And be as breath be one with life…As a volcano eruption

Until our flame and candle dwindle like a fulfilled comet.

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