My jaw has been aching all day br With their slow deliberate ascent. br They mark me, my dissolute way. br Make felt their knowing dissent. br br I bear them quietly, and I listen br To their inaudible reminiscence. br Embrace the contrition they christen br And await their lenient quittance. br br Knowing that they are a part of me br As much as hands, elbows, sensation. br Not corrupted by time or enmity. br They offer a release, from perdition.