The virtuous pause of laying stone cold, as you submise your thoughts to oblivion, as you dash without being as churl as a fox, deceptive noise has wandered away fading the light into a glacier, I can see the slow moves of your hands as they circle me indefinitely, this is where my dreams walk before the race, anxious of when this horror will end, when will this cry peer away into darkness, replaced with the type of grace that is beyond recollection, oh doctor prescribe me a conscience of mildness, I have not the leisurely stepping stone that has made voluminous potential, please rescue me from this emptiness for I am nearing my termination +End