On the hour of Autumn's Eve

T.S. Elliot: The poetics of 2004.
Transcribed by Courtney Jensen...

Back two faced clook:
Rhymed the seasons dreams at last-
Unfold the pages of my time.
For the reason fades too fast.

Tomorrow rides this life
For this day to come and pass-
All the memories look back
On the hour may fade again.

Common side effects do bubbling.
And it is overwhelming to milk it.

All that I once held dear,
This clasp less sincere,
To the life that I once wore,
It's sincere.
On the hour less sincere.

It all fades to the windy evening...
It fades to the banshee!