1.
Now the confines of time,
Demise twirled life like balls of twine
In that moment of darkness fine
Demise sipped the liquor of sweet wine.
2.
Insomach as the escapism is relishing,
I shall not relish this momentum,
This singularity
Cast me adrift.
The moment of momentum,
Cast me
To drink
A wine
Yonder.
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