There is a slowing of time
A life of low light
Flickering between beats
The atmosphere thickens
And mortal weight is made easy
Only a feather now to bare
There is an Iris that’s shrinking
as perception grows dim
and space is all black at the corners
and everything is soft at the edges
There is a rose of heat
But a bit of snow still clings to its cheek
The claret all thickens
as the watches wind down
there is a frost on the ground
and a brackish gown
and a heavy crown of sleep
there is only absence in the divining dregs
absence in the divining dregs
at the bottom of at the bottom of, the bottom, the bottom of, the bottom of
my cup of tobacco tea
There is a breath of tar
and a dying star that rests its head
upon the lips of a silver scar
The hours clot
the minutes rot
and the seconds just crawl away
There is a heart of spoiled milk
high upon the tide
of a brackish sea
There is a prayer
and an answer
at the bottom of my cup at the bottom of, the bottom of, the bottom of, the bottom of
of my cup of tobacco tea
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