there's far too long to go, the sun, swaddled so low puts paid to social hide & seek, no rooting out the weak for now, but tomorrow it will recommence, more austere and more intense, the truth behind my lies' defence. Mountebank! the devil take your mobile phone, it's make or break and i would this stick would break your bones, but you're just a fictional enemy, still, your shadow cuts across mine and starts the fear rising in me
