towards the end of the road, crystal conclusion attained, not by striving nor by effortlessness.
light shadows cast, shadows flicker into passing although the background will change the faces remain.
hang on to clarity, grip it until it is gone, the sad weak forces muster, their courage is pinned to the protocols, their distain murky and suspicious, like raw opium they weave dreams like smoke screens. the strong force remains, it is true and undiminished, for with every dilution comes rebirth, with every rebirth the new, as celestial bodies align, they must relate, and like all things must pass into the variables.