My words remain [do they abstain?] the husks of memories of you
Gravestones of the revolutions of the second hand
Spores of regret multiply until my mind is a jungle of        you
Until the abandoned amusement park titled              you     becomes an elephant's graveyard of thought
Hither they go to die and wither and sigh and dither
Death being a release, I want to fly forever without the reality in impact, in cease
We are dead and gone- or- we will be
Why let Time be our governess
I love you, but moreover adieu *adieu