rife with attitude and caught up in world affairs, we shudder and shake.  and stumbling through the vicissitudes and on to golden horizons, we attempt to speak of a richer deed, but it is truly unthinkable. and yet like revolving doors, we spin onto nights grinning for the sheer sake of it, finding our lives a dictation of convoluted values and the innocence of youth.  all the while in a fit of earnest sensibilities.  astute in the times, drifting and sinking through space calling out for a hand.  diamonds like sand.