Your courage may be noble but it lacks that ever sweet royal finality,
Look deep into her morning eyes, still casting the shadow of that wounded dog,

Poor witness to innocence of a curse, led by the fire of everlasting loyalty,
Write down that runaway phrase, released by the emptiness of judgmental fog.

When one of your main definition models fades away both lightly and sharp you find yourself facing the same old wall of wonder: did I actually get any of it or am I actually filled with it, that positive energy and historic sense, that was always superimposed and remembered ? However, the answer will remain silent for at least a day while others may cast a light of they own uncertainty to clear the fuzzy air…

It’s all about accepting the fact that your inheritance chain is rusting without syncing with your time sharing priorities and binary search ventures…. And the true building block element remains partially with you, your personalized story told with a certain classic elegance that will take me forever now to rediscover.

The main question is: did I finally reach that circular ending schema that will make me start looking ?