Little known, less applied. For promise holds the wisdom in waiting. Moons are found out in collision or left to be cold, dried and harmless tidally locked to the brightness of a whistling Sun. One eye on the rules, the other on the outcome, knowing no rule will counter an ebbing life. In protected acceptance of the limits in time, we stumble in sidesteps to eternity.

Elated at juncture and stellar ejection, particles cast to the twenty-six planes we yet honor. Nobly, opened and read aloud, penned by the hand and heart beyond the torn curtain. Allowance, authentication and consequence. All must hold in their hand inclusion or relinquish their will till midnight flows bye weeping.

Into the light we ran unabated. Passing beyond our projected ignorance we saw wisdom leave us empty handed. Given, not accepted the glory and praise left to rot on its knees before treatise. We gathered to speak of those loving things lost in the fires of unwanted pleasure. All requested pause, few had the liberty to stand wanton or willing in the shadow of the coming dusk.

Sublime and written on thought’s parchment, the ink never drying less spoken. We believed, tossing the sounds through our teeth attempting whistle and wheeze. To please the fragility of each moment we froze them to be researched by the counsel. Sliced, resected and splayed for all to ogle and finger. There was no pride left to share.

Alone or so it always appeared. But nothing was made out of something. All addressed with hope the versions of their aspiring future. To declare peace as the end of what we wanted when war our pursuit revealed the cause of the blood in each nightmare. Fear has no purchase in spectrum. Diffracted or deferred, interred for a season, a whim at best leaves us shaking in tantrum. For none were saved, all were lost for statement’s sake.