I am not near as poetic as the many talented ones who consistently write
on this board. Please bear with all of the confusion much of what I
describe may bring about.


Aye, I alone with these thoughts of treachery bound to what mortals call
a heart.
Aye, I am.

Infuse your mind with mine. Know it true and real.
Aye, I would.

Take unto yourself as I have.
Aye, I do.

Open to the boundaries crossed once more.
Aye, I have.

Thy words, thy whispers, thy being.

Were you ever there?
Aye, I was.

Are you there now?
How?

Will you remain there?
Nay, I can no longer.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Ios, in the year 99 MA.