I been laid out on the floor
From the pa**ing of time
I kiss my palm to see if it's awake
And I noticed the absence of any signs
I broke my leg three months ago: dousing
That candlelight with wine
Snagged and caught my elbow on the shell
Knocked to the floor my collection of weeping Augustine
Dutifully
I remember Donna as she was 3 months ago
And most faces get lost in the haze
Clutch this tacky caricature of you to my chest and
Remember that Carthage was covered in a smoky haze
A Mimetic haze
The automatic and justified response
To a crude and graceless age
Is to run away
To keep running and fleeing and greeting and holding and beholding
Your love
Still man: why did she have to go?
My ENEMY is time