And
in the end...

I should never
write about...

I dreamt
of the swordfish...

I dream
of the whippoorwill...

Even the pain
of memory...

The yoke
of cause and effect...

Time
is all...

The quality of time
and the treatment...

I'm tired
more tired...

The morning light
of the new dawn...

Exoskeleton
carapace...

It's the truest cliche
and the cruellest...