The word was imperfect and broken halfway, before it took it's shape. Sentences were incomplete, and some fragmented. The paragraph was not whole, Many words were squeezed out of gaps between the two. Pages became mutilated Chapters were partitioned and unable to close down The book covered nothing, nothing at all words flew away out of my own mind recklessly, abandoned in the heavy wind I stopped seeking the lost meanings of words........ sentences...... WILLIAMSJI MAVELI