Un Dernier Verre

Come sit at the table

under October's able skies

once we'd seen eye to eye

I'd known that I'd pass you by

and I tried

the bells chime

seven times

completed at nine

the world moves slower I find

No, but I

learned of time

by your hands

and in shadow water's end

I learned not to swim,

but to lie-I

I wait for for mountain

in twenty-two third hour

I insist on doubt

we're already laying on the grass

the grass