Time, time is your shadow
To the splitting hourglass
The rapid turning sand
Darker is the stroke nine
Echoes of the stoned dammed
For what has gone amiss?
Dining in such abyss’s
The nightingale likes no repeats
But the slowly thump heartbeat
For the sweet gestured fate
I will not wait
You hold your faith?
To something falsely compensate
Blind defiance is dumbfounded
Your walk is some idiot stride
Pour your drink, lit the cigarette
Delude and rid all your regret.