you are,
my most,
favorite...
quirk;

you are
my most
favorite...
loose
squat!

my hinter...
my
burdening
shadow
of...
and no...
this is not...
what i will
never...
expect;

but i guess...
i'm supposed
to "guess"...
dying!

so...
who's doing the dying
"bit"?
   i just want
to make home
of a shady pass
of having explored
the woods...
and you're:
into a newspaper:
as long
as they do not forget us...

come
the roman empire...
nearing its
end...
2000+ years later...
oh...
    ovid...
that's... it?!
to make memory of?

tomorrow
doesn't exist...
and...
whatever "is"
of 2 thousand years laster?
it's not now...
that's worth the mea
culpa and...
a crux of patience
thast never becomes,
embodiment,
of,
a furthering.