12:45

Oh, in the dark of morn I promised you.
For he who claimed cafard can not foresee.

With escape, time stopped
and all is now one.
Man, lost and found, in full
command, control, constraint.
(But comes fatigue, and we forget what was our vow.)

You said that we are mad, yet still sane–
the perfect place to love, I supposed.
For integrity died by day’s end

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