On the Bridges of Time

Abyssal. I am cataclysm-girdle. Five years began. Four selfish deserts.

And I ate succulents. Icy pearled plants. Adulated, careless,

I'd never return. Farless, fearless, lost in the turn.

Spinning and revolving. Betimes solving. Fulsome queries. For

woesome harries. That way is gone. Lost in a clime.

Of memories anon. To be squelched. Casualties repine. Asleep. Alive.

On the bridges of time. That way is gone. Lost in a

climb. Of memories unknown. To be squelched. Casualties repine.