As it drains effervescent, concoctions are forged to cause effects available on command,
views it disseminates are expected to pay for rhythms of a next day shuffled & rewound,
Learning from that within which it would celebrate each climb back up and escape,

Reaching through a past brewed as it presents itself into silence streaming forth,
An indifference in the passing of time to the cause in ignorance, runs its course,
As all that aiming out of luck or persecution can provide, fails when left alive,

The great change, a simulated prospectus that only higher powers can extort, disuades,
Any utopian excavation of semblance as proof in an undistilled raw material shed to age,
Lets it breathe, sense of ingenuity bequeathed onto a palate of permanence personified,

Scents to wants harboured where virtue means to starve other things than hunger has known,
With all the losses accounted for, and all its gain withheld for after, if not for the fuck of it all,
A perfect product due for consumption arises along the rationale & its quest to be absolved.