. you love it with the tenderness of the air which envelopes us even as we are unaware. . the arrival, may yet be boon or curse, depending on forward party sent forth by twilight. . whose main goal may be to rise out of the ashes as energy can neither be more or less. . be not decieved by appearances for the elements must yet give account. . every crevice and rock must be unearthed, no matter the pains, to shroud mystery in a garment of clarity, . till illusion succumbs to the pummels of lucidity, . and make hallucinations homeless, bereft of power to muster even a retort; . yes my Brother! The tyranny of fatigue knows no bounds, as it will even spread a mattress of thorns for your torture. . which is why insomnia will always be in business, . till that final third, the treasured, when all is answered and even more. . yet still, fates can be recouped in a mouthful of tongue-movements, whose utterance is sweete...