Quemis

Verum est Fatum

Yesterday forgets her shadow,
Casted on the fold.
The pious and the hungry both,
Her amnesia scold.

Such arrogant causality.
How oppressive the chain.
What caustic linearity
Could let a love sustain?

Awake in an automaton,
A shell inside a ghost -
I would let go of yesterday,
But time insists we host.