The Best Beginning

One by one my seconds without you in the wasteland of existence have burned. I am thirsty with all my moments with my time now. Are we condemned to separation from each other? Are our steps condemned to pace the wasteland? The bread has gone mouldy. Bunch by bunch it withered the tender basil. The milk boiled over the stove went out. Is our house condemned to rot? The slaves of history rebelled. Come! The ears of the alley the ears of the street the heavy ears of time hear the clang of footsteps mingled with the sound of chains dragging on the ground...