To Incinerate Sophists, Go Jump to the Fire First to See if it Burns Hard
And if through the fire that burns
Undyingly into the night
You see
That I am here now, brushing onto
Someone else’s cracked lips,
Then know
That it is over
And that the love
That lasts for a thousand hours have gone
To fallen ashes
Of liquor spilt grass
Listen, in your mind, jeering,
Victory to the university
And love torridly
Worn out by your self-induced vices,
Notice, my dearest,
That there is a time for everything
As Solomon and Elliot,
And out there even—a God!
There is a time to weep
There is a time to laugh
THERE is a time to love
There IS a time to love
There is A time to love
There is a TIME to love
There is a time TO love
There is a time to LOVE!
There is a time for you to bear
Difficulty holding on
To the writ tragedies you romanticize
And then…
There is a time to love
There is always a time to love
A time for me
For me to love him
Out of my last breaths he,
By no means of doubt,
Takes away
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