Genuine Quality (since) 1759

 it was a long time a go
             long
             time  a go go,
there used to be some
              thing
              called
the future, or tomorrow, or an
               other
                time
that hadn't yet passed/past.


never thought 'it' would end like this,
                  nor
that 'it' would terminate like that.

this.       that.      otherwise.   likewise.

it's 4am in midDecember........too much gone
      to remember.
time could be of the essence, or possibly no
       thing. There's not enough time
      to remember
any          of          it ,      yet things do really
        rot , erode, corrode.    
Even    h e a r t s , and, most'specially minds.
        ( i can't bring mysElf to consider
              what   is      Soul )

someWhere   on the trip, or call it journey,
             Faith became a bit silly, dislodged,
         & (s'aints perverse us)  became Fate.

all drains back to dark liquid in a brown bottle.....
   and the naming of one's poison 257 years
      fermenting.... 13.7 billion in the making

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