Write now, I sit in silence. The words escape me. Prisoners running from the search-light. I flee with the rest, unknowingly burying my head amongst the tree moss growing wild. Wild I see the flame. A burning of un-rational youth, a flame which keeps reaching for a new sun, a new day, a new life. So what, if you face me with advance. I counter and repose. Here is your last breath, here is your knowing. Now watch it disappear.