The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
William Butler Yeats, 1919
Spoken by Tammy Lier

Let us calculate the absolute value of faithfulness...

As the tide of all things ebbs away
A dying choir sings for yesterday
Gold bling and diamond rings are left behind
There is no finer thing than more time

A broken rosary, tarnished icons fade
Evaporating holy water leaves an ungodly stain
And this is the thing...

Like the ache of memories, hate, and blame
The pace of entropy tastes the same
Another year is gone and passed away
The best part of life and I cannot stay

A rotting crucifix - Weeping statues wail
Rancid wine in a corroded chalice - A tattered veil

Lifetimes projected in linear progression
The weighing of Deeds and Dreams (Of falling)
Hindsight perspective - A final inspection
An analysis of self esteem
And I regret nothing
And this is the thing...

Was I faithful? Was I true?
To all the sanctions that life imbued?
A complex conjugate - my other half above
Did I pass the Turing test of love?

Confabulated ministries playing with their toys
Background radiation morphing love into noise

A finger on a fading pulse, I close my eyes
The edicts of mortality are nothing but alibis
Slipping from solipsism I hypothesize
There is nothing more... it was a lie
And this is the thing...

Did I tantalize you? Am I captivating?
I did not recognize you
I was engrossed in the world
I felt the heat as you walked by
I should have waited for you
There is eloquence in perfect timing
There is no use denying a parallel intention
Let us calculate the absolute value of faithfulness

Did I suffer enough?
Am I saved?
Repenting wave solutions pound the quantum bay into fruition
Unto the end immaculate
I have nothing more to say

The darkness drops again...