Tiameus,


I humbly pardon thee,
for what i testify might
be an utter of my foolishness.

I simply cannot tell such things
nor do the courage so to stare
at your concealed eyes.

I cannot speak more or less
For you have left me breathless
and thinking.

You shattered my reality
whilst you put an end at my
hyperbole's.

We spun around together in circles
Talking such pointless and serious
things.

At a cloud of dusk where I wake.
I spend the time closely thinking
loudly in sparks.

I had thought so many things in how the
beauty and marvel of your words came.
At  times left me awake widely at some
nights of how captivating your
defenses are, that sets me analyzing.

In such hours, I often think about you.
Decoding possibilities and inferences.

Likely, you are a book that I need to
read in such comprehension in challenge.

Timaeus,
time is running out.
Clock gears in shock as the moonsetter plays to an end.
My test is already done.