falling through soundscapes erased by composures meaning birth and life the sonic dreams of never more sound against the skyscaped razor blade edged lives of the mind in multidimensional thoughts. What more can be said in a moment notice except the basis of ones perception of reality nevermore too be less or more than nothing ever except the words that once ran clear of movements against the skies back drop down too nothingness found so orderly that I would never look against you too see where we are at. The moods of the season find us so disorderly like the breath of babies slipping into sudden death and never more too know the meanings of thoughts that love one another. Can you change the course of history in a glance and mean nothing for it Or vice versa. Can you change the meaning of never and find your self still valid. Will you push against the word until meaning changes into history or revolutions of our globe that no longer acknowledge the consistency of thought. I leave off where the wine leaves you breathless, thoughtless speechless and unable to harm even yourself.