When time pours the cup

It is as simple as a bow
that is untied by a faithful to a faithful,
a subtraction of the scene of an addition;
and you are only the wine
that flows into the empty cups of the eternal subtraction,
when time pours the cup
from your scene into reality.

Do not be a fool,
an addition of the scene of a subtraction,
the reflection of the coming eternity,
which will gaze only at you.