“Mr Alvarez. Its good to finally meet you. I have a favor to ask of you. Be still now, and take this instruction. When next we meet, chatterling, you will be the one that makes the last call. You will be standing there, quivering in the snow. Gray and fading, upright center mass like a blade of grass that has been fast frozen.”

“When next we meet, I might see the deception.” And a cold smile, pierced across my lips. “This life has always been mine, and the struggle has ever been me. You too shall feel that burn quench across your lips. <Burning fire, the promised gold> and your deception shall not carry this one away. I know from whence these words come, which are given freely to me.”

Suddenly a passion woke within me, of past life remembrances, peak times under a blazing sun. we all laughed, we all danced, we all died. This has always been, my world.

As awake as the next. From left to right. Alive with the rest. You lay there shimmering. Foaming effervescent thing you be.

I know what backs, the life in me. That force field that I hold here still. Watching you there, watching me. That pressure always there, on the edge of green fields. I follow, along the grid lines, and then finally there you see me,.

Its been a while I guess. I say, not quite that impressed to not say it just like all the rest of them.

Awakened thing you sit there far too cheaply. I would like to extend this hand, to lay proclamation in name of this plan:

keep it structured, and maintain lay steady rhythm. Know that it is still out there. Those edges of your perceptions. That black unfathoming mass that rolls in, over our heads. Great wave, at last from beyond.

World will be maintained. You will keep laying claim to, to a minimum when beyond furthest recognized borders. That in curving great satchel lining, swung out like a claw from hip of one I would lay with.

On that cold rainy day, in what was once May, we all sank back with our neighbors in a gigantically massive reflex reaction. We all will know, that our time is still looked back from without with admiration. There was a gentle and amazing end product to this destructed fate. We all lay wrapped, and entwined with each other. We beings that we are, humble, holy, fleecing in our attempt to please thee.

I know the power from whence this tale comes, and act with humility. I seek your approval.

How to go one, and then acting upon the vagrant dreams flying by unfettered there in this holy wind. There is always the backstory. Our shared reflections of this less dense time. Before what we braved
what we know know of as the honey coated crystallization that we held onto for, then, for dear life.

if you can never find it, leave it as it is. For it has came and done. And undone, from the back up the spine, fibrous taken a beating beinge, huddled there savagely at the port door. Overarching this time of great savagry. The great beauty of all we know. And from when we all have come.

I am your senator, and I will raise our stakes. These lands are our rightful inheritance. We are one with her. We all have something in common here. At last.

You have all voted me < jason ...> for this proclamation, and welcome, for all at our footsteps. We know you and we love. What you are yet to face, as a race, of this burgeoning great questioning why.

those old ways are gone. Those times even, when we knew not, we knew not. We all apparently were begging before we sharply rebutted our earlier,