Invitation
How long ago it was, we cannot tell,
for time has overtaken every thought;
we must proceed as if this shanty hell
were real, and not the fancy men have sought
even as their twiddling daydreams came to nought.
Enough. Come, have another glass of wine,
down a few more since there’s not a lot
to say between us now, then see how fine
remains this fractured world we may, somehow, divine.
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