some wrinkles in time

injections of infection
into my face
    to salvage 
the ravages
of age
the crests and the valleys
that mark the 
    passage 
of time
a smooth faced mime
hiding decay behind
    the proof 
of a crime 
against the supposed God(s)
     that enshrine
the temporal lines 
that have been filled 
    and refined
an aging battle 
against which I wage
     a holy war
to even the surface
    and the score
is sum zero
   it can never end
until we spend
an eternity asleep.

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