Tip of the Tongue - 2012/09/02

Gotta make it quick
Time is fucking rare
Rather than contemplate
This is the time to tear

Smoke billowing high
Obscuring every detail
Passerby enjoy the show
Where we succeed and fail

Wield sharpened points
Flanked by the blunt edges
It either stabs the heart
Or retires to shape hedges

Vast expanses of time
Await in the oncoming rush
Requiring the sobriety
Not exhibited by any lush

Inherently contradictory
Logic starved of the reason
While drenching us in tears
Regardless of actual season

However shall it finish
With a satisfying climax
Or will it simply whimper
When faced with the facts

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