There are certain ppl u just keep coming back to...

Deficient of the ring
oh the sweet reverberation...
The cadence of peace
As you raise your wrist
To inform me of the eleventh hour
And my dilatory manner of existentialism
But the loss of the finger halo
Causes awe and consternation
And I accept my ephemeral acquiesce
And relent to your union backslide
Stupefaction deliquesces into compassion
All I can do is offer reparations
But I don't thereupon
And I disregard as if artificial
So today, I offer you my amends
In hopes that you will accept
and know that I have no
anticipation of anything additional...