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.