sternglas mecha-quartz counting towards my last thoughts

A cobbler in Hamburg thinking of the perfect way
that I might keep track of my last moments on Earth
passing past God, who does not want me to die
I foresee my body giving out sooner than God would like

I apologize to my friend that I must leave the terrain
this windy aptitude does not tend to my joints or organs
the thinner warm water never finds me alone
the throne of possessed fabulous alters of delusions

the might brings me towards a dram of tamed bears
to a mule I rode towards Russia years ago in a dream
thought perfectly on time and early for the new day
pretty polly never gave me a pill to relieve my aches
here we gain wisdom of the laughter of final brazes
coals replacing my eyes will soon enough dry to ash