wishes of a lifetime.

      Spin me round again
and close my eyes.  Will it be today that I find the tongues to speak
   to you
      perfection
and imperfection.

      Wedding rings
kindling in the raging fire.  Are we one of the rotten ones
   with
      no end
in sight or hearing.

      Just say
goodnight and go.  I can't believe the paltry
   excuses
      you give
actually convince me.

      Hypothetically
the clock ticks.  But this insensitivity you and they
   show me
      takes
too much real time.

      Dead
we are.                                                                                  heaven