Quench quench wanhopes ? oh holy light – possessed of day where spirits stray cannot in itself destroy or complete near shades of extortion where sorrows meet. Timeless rallies buck, stagger & ween - cavort with terror like an arsenal - for freedom? Old weapons reload propriate oceans of sky the waterwheel flows - Swoons, wuthers, outrides! Bloody-minded make mudhole, sudden game ball bounds out – Treason whorls & rejolts turns a bulls-eye stark wild. Beauty scurrying from the mayhem lies delinquent, in wait – for deceits snapping thunderbolts to spasmodically dissipate. As sorrow aches to trust - and anguish turns to lust.