Strange to time lines us for moments
All the raw vibrancy flutters gone
When I come home in the rain of emotions
Blissfully discordant
The taste of God on my tongue
Might forge a rapid dissonance
If only utter the thoughts
But rather stand in good faith
On precipice distraught
For the moment to come
When the thought echoes naught
And the character stands tested time
Falling off
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