Patronymic

You present, I fall, of tears that barred
The same view, in which I absent from you.

Smoke pounds through the pipe
That fills you and touches the rise
As it misses past you up in slow demise.

Taken freely, cup of total fuss,
Lessoned, dreamed of, in each meticulous hush.

Transgression lost and heard before
Mimic, image so hard to envisage.

Token, freely gone and last to left,
Truthful, in day fall, playful timed in path.

Over insightful, drummed up in the melancholic
Stolid, placid meant for you to acknowledge.