Lust's thick mist chokes
A gathering grey;
  Tumbling and galloping,
  Galloping and tumbling,
 Chasing Yesterday.
Note; the paradigm,
Of time - the tasteful rip,
Of skin; carefully eaten away.

An eye whispers; feed
The sound of the senses a
Delicate treat.
A heart; a heart;
A delicious heart to eat.

Breathe the taste of a
Delicious dust turned
Gold. Its eye is familiar,
Though it seems
  Betwixt these tumbling dreams,
  Of me, of you, of the
  Workers, too, it
Creeps by, eye to eye,
And does not breathe.