You were everything of permanence around me. A reminder of my words and promises; my travel and arrival though I went nowhere, I felt away from the prior everyday. We solved it, all of us, and we made the passing of time effortless. My daily motion changed, and changed–and then I was new, I was different. But we were not immune to power plays and influence; you fear to see the failure and then you watch it slip in and steal what you are. And then we must go back to sitting alone. And then our words and phrases round the conveyor belt of our minds; we produce no new warmth or energy in our monotone. And I ask, is the answer in longevity, or … what? What is there in these gains, losses–in those ecstatic in-betweens? What words have we ever meant?