just before sixty -about 23:38- and clueless still

801 live...25 or 6 too...for one proceeds to separate all things

with the understanding that those episodes thought of as

terminated chain a chain faithless in the inevitable outcome

and here they come -everyone tells us about father time-

-when it tics when it tocs and there's someone who sounds

a gong one who rings a bell even a tuba blast is on the score

she asks about your frame and you answer without shame

-yes...and yes this and yes that...blast it all

we rant with or without objective references making 
exception with laboured ideas and feelings mirrored

with images extracted from past experience and perception

-let us say fiction pouring out as fact over dreams over

(margarita, play a song you blind tart...or is it magdalena)