#rhaspody

Nonsense -- time was made for passing,

romances for ending,

life for going to hell

and I, for cruising Eternity with the great stride of a mathematical calculation,

only those who yearn everything,

can catch up to me,

all we have experienced,

                            is lost,

                           collapsing in time's putrid esophagus,

and only sometimes,

                    at night,

it's chewed over by the toothless memory like a miserable aged ruminant

                  all which we haven't experienced,