Jabbertalkies

The day’s streaks are getting long,

Motion blur, i am informed

Add to that a certain curve,

That upon itself would turn upon,

And swirling whirls will tumble forth,

To eddies made to greater form,

And rise like tides of a full-ish moon,

Or better still our global warmth,
Thawing life in ice trapped,
Letting pipers escape the gates of dawn,

Who come to me to rue their ruse,

But come to leave and be ever gone,

For trapped in dreams of a dying man,

Life devours, what it does yawn,

It’s rather black this heart of man,

And denial's days are rather long,

A slip down the memory lane

And eternal’s paused the moment wrong.