Once upon a when a breath blew the soft petal taste of you surrounding me, enveloping me. The shift of knowledge of who and the consequences of why became insignificant as each folded into each other and tumbled to the ground like a piece of crumpled outdated newsprint. The quiet singsong of the vast expanse of the stars overhead burned with a bioluminecense of untold myteries whispering untold truths not held self evident. But this one truth came crashing and rolling like waves at high tide, the waters' silent roar deafening all around me to a single point in a stunted field of view of epiphanous overtures as the angels continued their song started eons ago. With a preemptive note of solidtude the song now leads to the curiosity and what can only be described as something, anything, everything, nothing.