...and later on, though he wondered where the time had gone,he got off his seat,onto his feet and moved on through the day,
his thoughts criss crossed the paths down the line of bellyroll laughs and his eyes watched the skies for a sign,but none came.
The sun spun its rays in intricate ways and the heat bothered him,he's been fat,now was thin and the skin on his face was grimy and tight,he should have bathed in the light but he shunned it instead,
shaking his head,moving on,looking for her but she'd gone,he was fading away,there was death in the lack of excitement today and his days were the same,looking for signs where none came,searching for tokens and words that were spoken a long time ago.
He didn't know and nor did he care,he was moving along,he was looking for her,but she'd gone,travelled on through the veil,walked now in the shadows that rose in the evening, within the valley that lies beyond....

...and later on when the evening had come and gone and she still was not where,when his mind ceased to care and he was dead on his feet,
he sat back down on his seat and looked at the sky,opened his mouth but the words did not come,
with the sun stuck in his throat he put on his coat and went home.