It occasionally settles, when you least expect it... after the turbines have slowed to an alarming rate. When your patience has exercised to a formidable state. An indomitable condition.
We'll talk to ourselves slowly, comforting and calm, to ease this transition. This body is a vessel; a bulwark of flesh, enlivened by blood. Hallowed and haunted. Waiting for fulfillment.
Ready for something... even if it's nothing.
-Kevin James
Quick 5 minute poem. Pretty ******, but extremely satisfying.