Expecting Rain, The Profile Of A Day

Once A Happy Old Man One Can Never Change The Core Of Things, And Light Burns You The Harder For It.

Will Occur As Time Grows More Open About It.

The Ellipse Is As Aimless As That, Stretching Invisibly Into The Future So As To Reappear In Our Present. Its Flexing Is Its Account, Return To The Point Of No Return.

We Are Prisoners Of The World's Demented Sink. The Soft Enchantments Of Our Years Of Innocence Are Harvested By Accredited Experience Our Fondest Memories Soon Turn To Poison And Only Oblivion Remains In Season.

Expecting Rain, The Profile Of A Day Wears Its Soul Like A Hat.