Post Mortem

August 6, 2021

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A second's stretched across a sea

Ships sail with inertia

Twisting chains of change hang free

Reality's vice versa

An epoch scarcely fills a cup

And for each drop spilt

Lifetime's passed up

Memories birthed, destroyed, rebuilt

Feelings faded and forgotten

And at the bottom of the smallest spire

A corpse is growing rotten

What remains is fractured fire

Embers of time unspent

Diluted by the rising tide

Impeding the ascent

A second's stretched across a sea

Ships sail with inertia

Twisting chains of change hang free

Reality's vice versa

An epoch scarcely fills a cup

And for each drop spilt

Lifetime's passed up

Memories birthed, destroyed, rebuilt

Feelings faded and forgotten

And at the bottom of the smallest spire

A corpse is growing rotten

What remains is fractured fire

Embers of time unspent

Diluted by the rising tide

Impeding the ascent

A second's stretched across a sea

Ships sail with inertia

Twisting chains of change hang free

Reality's vice versa

An epoch scarcely fills a cup

And for each drop spilt

Lifetime's passed up

Memories birthed, destroyed, rebuilt

Feelings faded and forgotten

And at the bottom of the smallest spire

A corpse is growing rotten

What remains is fractured fire

Embers of time unspent

Diluted by the rising tide

Impeding the ascent

A second's stretched across a sea

Ships sail with inertia

Twisting chains of change hang free

Reality's vice versa

An epoch scarcely fills a cup

And for each drop spilt

Lifetime's passed up

Memories birthed, destroyed, rebuilt

Feelings faded and forgotten

And at the bottom of the smallest spire

A corpse is growing rotten

What remains is fractured fire

Embers of time unspent

Diluted by the rising tide

Impeding the ascent

A second's stretched across a sea

Ships sail with inertia

Twisting chains of change hang free

Reality's vice versa

An epoch scarcely fills a cup

And for each drop spilt

Lifetime's passed up

Memories birthed, destroyed, rebuilt

Feelings faded and forgotten

And at the bottom of the smallest spire

A corpse is growing rotten

What remains is fractured fire

Embers of time unspent

Diluted by the rising tide

Impeding the ascent

A second's stretched across a sea

Ships sail with inertia

Twisting chains of change hang free

Reality's vice versa

An epoch scarcely fills a cup

And for each drop spilt

Lifetime's passed up

Memories birthed, destroyed, rebuilt

Feelings faded and forgotten

And at the bottom of the smallest spire

A corpse is growing rotten

What remains is fractured fire

Embers of time unspent

Diluted by the rising tide

Impeding the ascent

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