I remember when lachesism took place
You enkindled me with your smile
You and I were culpable at the start
We wondered into the coniferous forest
Only for you to elicit these feelings upon me
You had rutabosis, I did not
Your ambivalent heart took a toll on mine
Love seems pretentious to me now
But even when I fall asleep trying to escape the day I dream of you
I fall in love with you all over again
It's all too ambiguous and ethereal
Causing my incarnadine heart to turn blue

I am abounded now,
verb: I am meant to exist here in large quantities...
I personally know death in my own right
without all of the obsequies.
To be abundant or plentiful;
I needed to jump from the pedestal,
Light travels at a prestissimo speed-
Living in a state of movement or action,
But still an image delayed is only real in memory.
Klexos is defined as the art of dwelling in the past,
If I were to stop to look back, you'd drag me back
In the most earnest of ways, you were always adept at that.
Well death to that, this is the epoch...
This point in time is the beginning of a new distinctive period.
The number of things I am to do and be without the shackles of you:
indefinite, I am a living myriad.
Clocks, calendars, anniversaries, memories irrelevant-
My periodic restlessness in your heart has lead me to choose to be love celibate.
The displacement of an oscillating or vibrating body at zero time,
I can't contain my anticipation as things come full circle,
our death is my rebirth whole in the world sublime.