Or an empty room's window; in the cities of the sleepers, the regretters.
Please, don't leave everything to your little war; the war in a bottle. Don’t absent yourself in fear of all the arrows that point at you; that will point at you, even if you leave.
Please, in your last stand, don't forget the principle of the resist- ance.
Don't forget me, or engage yourself in the remains of the reasons.
The reasons of their deluge; waveless, and with a thousand undercurrents.
I am there on the night’s hill's top, in waiting, with fervor.
Between ruins; because dawn can't be seen beneath a ceiling, or without a night of trials.
In your last stand, you are not alone.
Thinker of thoughts. Maker of things.