Today the word “time” has lost its meaning.
So used we are to forward, forward,
forward, unto a future that never fulfills its promise,
so often we forget to nurture and treasure
what our solied hands have once held.
Today a gem was again unearthed
a gem long ago spotted amongst randomness,
uncertainty and addiction,
its brutal beauty now brighter than ever
its rarity enhanced by years gone by.
Tonight our absence is forgotten, ambiguity forgiven,
our alien intimacy flows proud and undisturbed,
electricity palpable, redemption unnecessary.
Tonight we toast not to what we could have been
but to what we never ceased to be.