Time gave way and fled in awe-
How do I deserve the pleasure?
For all the names I can recall,
could not provide an even ledger.
Machines, Motown and marbled counter,
cannot deter from legs traversed.
Seconds, minutes, left to saunter,
the spotted hues of sills disperse.
The world strides by, across expressions
in blue- no green, and hazel too.
Antiquity in all dimensions,
ebbs amorous, rose-tinted hue.
Analogue keen and ceramics low,
remnant nicotine traipse through snow.