Tic Talk
by Epic Dewfall
(also availible as 551k mp3 audio)

I think you'll need a calendar that holds the
heavens hues. And all the clocks that time
forgot and the hourglasses too. And start
them all at once, to time my love for you.
The rushing sounds of sands, nor the songs of
clocks nor moons. Nor the winds of stillness,
nor joys could silence you. Mine ears would
hear thine laugh so gently, times army could
hide nor gloom. The brushing of a finger. Who
fears that sonic boom? Just a pupil in mine
eyes, now learns the song of you. Clocks nor
calendars nor raindrops. Autumn spring time
blooms. These the things that know me. Your
happiness I your tune. Count them, count
them, for me. For chimes or sunfilled rooms.
Are numbers that escape me. I can only count
to you'ne. I'm sorry. Were you saying
something? Your watch was shinning in mine
eyes. I guess it's almost noon.

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That of Shall be the Hardest Might
by Epic Dewfall
(also availible as 2086k mp3 audio)

Dad would you show me please.
That of shall be the hardest might. To lift
the burden of hate. A rock so hard to heave
it so. To find it oh so light. Heave it with
a feathers touch. Thine bolder ten times your
weight. If the surprise does not but thrill
you. The miles it went just might. For not is
such a mystery. To hold a scorn in tone. To
throw it or to keep it. The choice be it your
stone. To change your mind must seem so hard.
To keep it safe from breeze. And throw a hate
away were thus, the chain that needs no key.
How do you skip a rock on water? Dad would
you show me please.

_

A Poem for Autumn
by Epic Dewfall
(also availible as 593k mp3 audio)

You already know don't you. No thought need
touch your ear. The yearned first frost of
winter, is my favorite time of year. The
leaves have chosen their mates in flight, to
share their endless kisses strife, bright
mornings frosty air. To rest oh last the
burden, of pollens held in care. And water
crystals at last can fight, forms gratitudes
thus rare. If only thus till warming,
companionships they bare. But I didn't need
to tell you thus. Always truth you knew. With
first frost comes a sadness. A joyness sends
we few. For hayfever is a blessing, if first
frost bids it adieu. Something that so longed
for, should only shine could soothe.
Shimmers, endless, shineness, kindness. Frost
not for me but you, I'm sorry. I thought you
two, were together. Your noses sure are blue.
Tables for one in the arboretum then. The
windows should clear quite soon.

_

To Drowning Men Send Glee
by Epic Dewfall
(also availible as 797k mp3 audio)

Of all great ships upon the sea. The best of
which will ever be. The ship of lost
identity. Where even on the nicest day. A
voice will shout all hands at bay. Man over
board the voice will say. And to the railing
all will come. To see who possibly could have
no fun. And someone shouts to the man at sea,
"Tell us sir what do you need"? "What pray
tell could your problem be"? But the man not
answers any cries. As panic now keeps him
alive. And everyone now steps aside. In great
relief as captain arrives. And with great
authority he does yell. For he throws words
to save as well. "Whats the matter son"? says
he. "Are you bored to death"? He shouts times
three. And they wonder all in thoughtful pun.
How will they send this man some fun. But the
man knows not what all they throw. As
fighting for his life he goes. And this is
life each day at sea. On board the ship of
lost identity. And sometimes if you listen
well. Towards the ocean from your cell. You
can sometimes hear the mighty cry. "Man over
board!", then wistful sighs. And if by chance
you ask of he. What could you do to send him
glee. Don't send him words or thoughts do
tell. A life preserver works pretty well.

_

To Breed a Pair of Unicorns
by Epic Dewfall
(also availible as 722k mp3 audio)

To breed a pair of unicorns, oh be prepared
to wait. Raindrops must not be awoken, for
unicorns to mate. Arouse the trees, arouse
the leaves, arouse the lakes and streams. But
let the raindrops dream in slumber, for
unicorns to tween. As soft as pillows each
one tuned. Let grass hold on to mornings due.
Raised each bend by hoof or mane. The
unicorns will oft remain. And in the gentle
morning mist, the air must be as warm as
kiss. The sunrise must not scare them too, or
they will see its speed and rue. Move yond
sun with whispered air. Pick a spot and leave
it there. And if the unicorns do hear, seeds
and dusts and lost eye flares. They might
just might give way to ifs. They oh just
might. just might and wish. Move toward the
ways of bliss. Its hard to do, but has been
done. Unicorns don't always run. Listen
listen that silence shared. The unicorns are
always near. I thought I heard one just right
now. As I heard you just say thankyou. As the
waitress poured our cheer.

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That Songless Voice to Hear it Sing
by Epic Dewfall
(also availible as 475k mp3 audio)

That songless voice to hear it sing. The
words inside our thoughts as wings. Tune them
oft as piano strings, or wings as oft as
pruning. Thoughts precious as sun lit dust. A
sight so meant for moon beams. If and when a
song is cost. A recital hears a note wean.
Know it was a gentle loss, if when and soft a
tone gleams. For in it's way a voice is not,
just as thought is yet so lonely. A word that
rises to be heard, was wise as once known
only. Hear the moment swell. A voice speaks
oh to yell. If upon the floor by noon, the
dust of thought has fell. A penny for your
thoughts old friend. I promise I'll listen
well.

_

I'll Wear Mask of Flowers
by Epic Dewfall
(also availible as 753k mp3 audio)

I'll wear mask of flowers, and you'll wear
mask mache. When we attend the party. I'll
know what headlines in its paper, told you on
that day. My mask of solemn flowers, shall
wilt dewdrops glass you shade. Five hundred
paintings shall adorn the walls, that no one
knows I made. And gentle music in the air,
all hear but only I know that you played.
Dance here man and woman. The children we
became. As nine hundred storms around us,
would walk our calms afraid. We would not
touch those puddles. So clean the light they
trade. If I could design this planet, one
hundred years away. I would make a place of
moments, where two billion voices say. A man
can say I love you and a woman can choose to
stay. Now as just I need you. Your cheek to
light our maze. Here I wish to cause your
dance, at this our first masquerade. Where
all a billion thoughts. Thier masks but only
haze. I hold your hand for softness. So you
know your skin is praised. Dancing to your
music, my paintings light your way. We never
stop the dreaming. Our space where they not
gaze. "Oh excuse me, do you have the time on
you miss"? "I forgot my watch today".

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The Sunrise Tear Brigade
by Epic Dewfall
(also availible as 652k mp3 audio)

Do the children laugh and the windows gleam?
Within but their memories no sunrises seen. A
pearl of such potential. A world of countless
seams. Complications old and withered. A
child conducts for dreams. So could the brave
among us, cast but tears behold enough all
seeds. What battles cost in sunlight, who
would we give all green? With bullets words
or punctuations. Treenail bouquet
confiscations. Dog tags may I or please?
Ethics known as people, teachers lips would
heed. Who applies the brakes? Who keeps warm
the keys? Heroism, chivalry. Wands that water
weeds. And soft a whisper gasps, infinity
repairs a garment haze. What sentry stops no
clock? What mill what road not made? Has the
tracks of mud become, the sunrise tear
brigade? Help pull some feet unstuck. Those
thoughts succumb to praise. Dance dance
dance my love the horizon shines today.
"Would you mind terribly darling if I take my
hand away?"

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She Has a Favorite
by Epic Dewfall
(also availible as 550k mp3 audio)

She has a favorite place. The woman I wish I
knew. She rests inside the rafters, warm and
safe and lew. Curled up like a fetus, as
ceilings hide the moon. Cramped know not a
tenderness. Unspoiled wood could do. And
cobwebs touch her less. Than any man could
choose. Somewhere made of passions, between
attics floors or rooms. And wish a symphony
of silence, she hears so loud a bloom. The
rafters would not sing, for I hide up there
too. The spiders as but friends, are old and
inner tunes. And fonder than a pillows dust
could year no broom. To dream of such a woman
near. To know but never swoon. If she and I
could see the world, so close as air to room.
She and I had crossed all mysteries. A warmth
of solitudes. And I had courage to find her.
Then we already do.

_

Spot of Ink Do Thrust to Me
by Epic Dewfall
(also availible as 574k mp3 audio)

Spot of ink do thrust to me. A knowledge but
not of your size. Did the person who designed
the letter H, love humanity as much as thine?
Did they see this glow from every place, when
shaping it as gift to time? A pain of beauty
all would touch, a silence could only hide.
To make a letter H so quiet, so all could
know that shine. I too was born of this
solemn fate, to glisten in youthful eyes.
Behold what equals tenderness, to learn from
wish filled lines. I'll take thee not for
granted, ways man helps man by thee. This
fight was only dented, man against eternity.
Learn of nights from piers long dead. The
root that finds directions. That youth the
tips have said. As fleeting as a first
bicycle. The root forever bends. Oh spot of
ink I give you witness, if I can call you
friend. But now I must forget you or this
book will never end.

_

Let Me Speak of Poet's Wine
by Epic Dewfall
(also availible as 387k mp3 audio)

Let me speak of poet's wine. And all ten
thousand drops of rhyme. Glimmered words we
have not said. To gently offer them instead.
Show me man's illustrious sigh. If he should
speak. I'll ask not why. All his wives the
poet said. Time and grace his closest
friends. I can now add you, all to them. I
hear you once, or hear you more. I treasure
thus the words like shore. Let her flow oh
ocean breeze. One drop of wine, I know of
thee. Thrust us from our chair. Let the words
new share. "Yes I'd like a walk in the park".
"Do you think that you'll be there"?

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Shore Lines Talk in Whispers
by Epic Dewfall
(also availible as 500k mp3 audio)

Shore lines talk in whispers. And leaves
speak soft as breeze. I will shout as loud as
grasshoppers. To communicate less with thee.
Quiet with the days oh friends. Let us count
the deeds. A dandelion to roar for you. A
buttercup to pour for me. Horizons where we
look. A chin bowed down to knee. The shadows
on a gentle brook. To be mistook for trees.
No no let them sway, shadows as they may. Oft
as tho I might think, a heart must always
say. How can even whispers, not ear lobes
find their day? Winds so strong they tear
down trees. Or trees so wrong they play. Dove
to dove in fields, fly which oh they may. "I
have to pee my darling". "Please promise
you'll look away".

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There Was a Dimpled Glass Between Us
by Epic Dewfall
(also availible as 440k mp3 audio)

There was a dimpled glass between us, such as
I had never seen. Colors shouted
independence, did animate with seams. That
you did move such wonder. Your dance of
thoughts did gleam. A man can only wonder,
what shines inside your dreams. All the hopes
of women dimpled glass combines. All the
hopes of men. Strong or soft enough. Bends
light if eyes need all such shines. Thus a
wish so hard to fission. Two hearts would
divide. A storm of thoughts and visions. One
doorbell could decide. What a world of
circumstances, could sparklize our fate.
"Here's a pi for our desert I hope I'm not
too late".

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Drawers
by Epic Dewfall
(also availible as 508k mp3 audio)

The drawers, the drawers, we pull them open
everyday. Even though once or twice a year, a
drawer may fall away. When opened just a bit
too far, a friendship also may. What
surprises might we find, within new drawers
we try? Would a drawer give wishes, if a
handle could be shy. A drawer so filled with
kisses, even keys would not let cry. Or
things not told to innocence, a woman finds
inside. Friendships tested everyday. All
drawers wait for needs. Trusts so taken and
for granted, we ask for with such ease. Who
would not make use of one, would store their
things of praise? Cluttered neat or empty.
Our friends hold all we say. "Forget it
honey". "We've looked everywhere for it".
"But hey look, I found that twenty we hide
away".

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LiveWire LiveWire Can I Land Here Today
by Epic Dewfall
(also availible as 697k mp3 audio)

LiveWire, LiveWire, can I land here today?
Song birds, side by side, on the wires they
play. I land in a spot to rest on my way.
Wondering why song birds would land here each
day. That such as a place so almost as a sky.
Keeps dangers below upon wires birds fly. But
return here each day, if this I could yearn.
What folds make a flock, can a dream bird be
learned? What of the east, or south or of
why? What in the west or north of could try?
To make oh of this dream bird try.
Companionships or wing tip needs. Feathers
near feathers. Or breezes to breeze. What
that I hear is sweet songs of for glee. I
could belong to humanity. I would let the
sunset rise. And now instead of chase but
skies. I will now rest here because. Now I
see as always was. Song birds can dream. And
dream birds can sing. And birds on a LiveWire
a comfort both bring. Friends of such, and
evenings made. As such I will for long now
stay. If only now I could, and learn without
any say. Why am I the only bird facing this
way?

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A Toast to a Dinner Companion
by Epic Dewfall
(also availible as 569k mp3 audio)

As the master chose a brush. And the paint
did chose a time. Can we choose a person
anywhere, who did not help choose one line?
As such would be a finish. Or start or loss
or find. I would see a master piece, if a
color chose your shine. But I would not give
wonder, the right to vision bind. If a stain
upon one thread, was prison to your mind. To
search would have no end. If tears you'd lost
art minds. Return them to the wishing wells.
The corners of your'ne eyes. Where I would
make a wish. To be as near as far. My kiss
would never touch you. Mine eyes would not
dare scar. Caress though soft as symmetries.
Eternity would not mar. And time had frost
our memories. The whole world is this yard.
Who holds who among enemies. In sharing eyes
not far. To this I toast you duelly. May we
all be what we are. May we forever truly
circle this same star.

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Letters From a Captain
by Epic Dewfall
(also availible as 400k mp3 audio)

If the world was really flat my love. And I
do travel an endless sea. Why no matter far I
went, I always returned to thee. If stars
above us, guide me right. How can land be
free? Distance only hide in night. Sails give
sight to breeze. If a wish can calm a storm.
An horizon will with trees. If a hope can
push a soul to love. A sunrise hold all seas.
Does ship in troubled waters, bows and lists
and needs? And count each wave between us.
Your light dance sparkles for me. In such a
precious world my love, where bird flights
also lead. The world must oh be round my
love, if you and I are we.

_

Dream Wariers
by Epic Dewfall
(also availible as 449k mp3 audio)

If I wore shinning armor. And the shadows
could be seen. I would fight your bad guys.
By going into your dreams. And there inside
your alley. I'd find a crying fawn. And I
would cure its bite marks. And arm it with a
song. And the sunlight would then travel, at
impossible to measure speeds. And wash away
the shadows. And fill your dream with trees.
And all those little fires, before you let
them grow. I would say a magic word, and rain
on all your foes. And I would hold you
dearly. Even though I'd have no arms. And I
would tell you passions. Till all the words
were gone. And you then stirred to morning.
And in your eyes I shone. "Hello sleepy
head", I'd say. "Guess what the coffee's on".

_

Autoexec.bat Please Handle With Care
by Epic Dewfall
(also availible as 334k mp3 audio)

Oh please handle gently, my autoexec.bat that
I share. And touch it so gently, with warmth
and kind care.  And take it and use it, and
change if you must. But please don't abuse
it, or delete it in rush.  I've nurtured and
cared for it, these so many years.  And  now
uploading it to you, brings me so many tears.
I upload to you freely, and I hope that in
time. Someday you could maybe, upload yours
to be mine.  And if by some chance someday we
agree. We could combine them as one. And live
happyly.

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menu

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Tall Grass of the Noon Day Sun
by Epic Dewfall
(also availible as 521k mp3 audio)

A wift of rain, in the spring on noon. And
the air of the sheen comes soon. And the wind
and the sand, and the dust of the land. Of
our names are the chosen few. Here we arrive,
and the time is alive. And the warmth of the
sunlight new. Where came have we come, by all
love for all one. That the games have all
turned us into. That to now once again, that
the sky is our friend. And the land not a
blame, but a boon. I now finally decide, from
the warmth of my pride. That my love I now
trust onto you. And the spring of the air,
lite by warmth of warm air. So our hearts are
finally in tune. To now do we learn, of youth
and youth learned. Of storms that the calms
turned into. And for wain of a room, we now
love at by noon. And the leaves and the grass
to be swooned. Have now but to gleam, in the
shadows sun seen. By your whisper I turned
into love. Said softly, "Do you have a glove"?

_

The Dewdrop
by Epic Dewfall
(also availible as 668k mp3 audio)

Of early so the morning, the sparrow's song
and all. The grass unfolded sweetly, thier
dreams lost gone for all. And I did kneel
meekly, to watch a dewdrop fall. Though
glimmer vast with numbers shone, Mine eyes
sees not them all. I could but cast a vision
one, and watch it till it falls. What coxes
its existence? Does the bird songs not
betray? Do echoes of the moonlight cast, the
dewdrop's solemn ways. The time it shows no
pillows. For the dewdrops fear each breeze.
As fragile as its shimmer learns, each minute
each it needs. And were not dewdrops lingered
long, have I but yet not seen. The wish of
life it trembles, holds, so tight a kingdom's
trees. And if the minutes, turn to hours. And
the sunlight too is pleased. The dewdrop may
just find a fashion shown. So humble
friendship heeds. And though it took no hour.
An epic show of deeds. The dewdrop loaned a
shower formed. And clouds mourned oh its
seed. Not oh, but one each morning. All
dewdrops are so teased. Could I behold such
tragic triumph. All dewdrops fill such seas.
And I went home and honored thus. The wisdom
of all fees.

_

For She Walks Upon the Sunlight
by Epic Dewfall
(also availible as 746k mp3 audio)

For she walks upon the sunlight, and for she
the wind it sways. As time it also shimmers,
and the dust adores her gaze. And she upon
the lane way, would walk to sights unknown.
So trees would cast their shadows, so as not
to be alone. As for she walks pass meadows,
to the places soon she'll be. And as but
walks along she throws, now love to all she
sees. Oh I might catch a sparkle, for now she
passes me. Am here with head bowed heavy,
walking to my other ways. We pass and she
says "hi", of all things now to me. To raise
my head in wonder. To think I was alone. To
walk my own direction. To my places of my
own. But oh she fills my head, for my name
she somehow knows. And I there now do know
it, upon the joyous day. The day we passed
each other. The day we crossed our ways. But
oh of now my secret, I not tell of any soul.
As we passed that day was heaven. My head she
found bowed low. Was thinking of her beauty,
and she might someday know. Of hearts and
hearts though shared not, oh of this it can
be known. All unrequited love I'm sure, is
the best love of them all.

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The Cooperation Game
by Epic Dewfall
(also availible as 484k mp3 audio)

Of all the games upon the shelves Cooperation
knew. Risk was there, Chess was too, Monopoly
and Clue! Battleship and Checkers, and Snakes
and Ladders tried.  But Cooperation beat them
all, and soon out sold the sky!  It's happy
board, had no points or score. And no one
could win or lose. The dice were round and
made happy sounds, and when you dropped them
off they flew!  The players spun the wheels
for fun, then danced around the room.  Then
read their cards and wished real hard, opened
their eyes and swooned!  And printed there,
no one knows where, was the one important
rule. Trust and share, cooperate and care,
even till you look the fool. And sure as
night turns day, somehow someway, you will
find a friend like you.

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Asleep Asleep Upon My Bed
by Epic Dewfall
(also availible as 532k mp3 audio)

Asleep asleep upon my bed, I was really not
aware. As I did rest my weary head, my hands
and feet compared. My hands said to my icy
feet, "Your cold, oh sure but where"? "There
under a blanket". "At least you have warm
air". My feet were pretty icy, and the two of
them were bare. But cold hands couldn't be as
cold, the icy feet declared. And the hands
just laughed for they were too, just never
thought feet cared. For hands are so darn
icy, they sometimes need to share. And the
hands were pretty icy, and the feet were cold
as air. But the feet were sure they were the
coldest, and the hands just laughed and
stared. The feet were pretty grumpy, and were
sure the claim was theirs. So I awoke, and
rubbed my eyes, and descended the creaky
stairs. And I turned up the thermostat, and
made them all fight fair.

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The TV Static Stare
by Epic Dewfall
(also availible as 586k mp3 audio)

Oh let me tell you stories cold, that no one
can compare. There is a place so lovely,
called the tv static stare. Where pixels
dance, and play their tunes, in tiny circles
fast. And watch them as they live their
lives, and only nano seconds last. They make
it to the top and dance, then disappear so
fast. It's a wonder that they ask so much,
yet never leave the glass. And some have
courage far too few, that move across the
screen. In search of hopes, and dreams, and
love, granted only by the beam. Some are
white, and some are black, and some have
pretty hues. But they all have equal rights
to glide, and go just where they choose. And
as the seconds pass them by, and by millions
touch the glass. Never once does one go by,
that knows I watch them pass. So join me here
at my tv, for I have a seat to share. And we
can watch the pixels do, the tv static stare.

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Softness Follow Me
by Epic Dewfall
(also availible as 730k mp3 audio)

Softness follow me, and I will follow thee.
In such ost numberous circles, to from ost
end or be. A will that would of touch a said,
if wish its only need. To be at odds with
shadow's light, old struggles inside of me.
Not but darkness stilled with light, or light
but filled with meeds, I watch but with a
trust enticement, and both sparkle as glee.
And harness with excitement, what unbalance
presents to me. Test all watch a sunset, if
none presenteth thee. Hearts but willed with
unrest, could point to one and see. Cold just
warm a dove quest, built where one would be.
Behold as dowed a love nest, if triumphs
apposed at seed. Stern but gentle quotients
move, back and forth as trees. Telled but of
apponets, who could not but be pleased. At
all such dontfull moments, endless as ends
with thee. If eyes could hold such measures
near, such treasures to such ears. I would
never sleep, less sleep could bear such
years. Behold a pillow waits, the one that
lops your tears. "I cannot stay awake no
longer". "I'm going to sleep now dear".

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The Beauty of Women
by Epic Dewfall
(also availible as 294k mp3 audio)

Split ends, and stocking runs. Lipstick gone
astray. Broken nails, and skin too pale.
Lashes grown too soft. Piercing ears, mascara
tears. Earrings somehow lost. The fight was
never fair. The universe could not compare.
And all throughout the heavens, the suns show
off their glare. But only woman shines so
bright, such light, that hearts would want to
share.

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One Poem Per Ride
By Epic Dewfall

The bus pulls up from where its been the door
opens and I step in. No sooner than it starts to
fly.  I place my fare before his eye. The driver
turns and looks in shock.  My good man you don't
understand. This bus needs fare not in your hand.
The price to ride is hidden deep.  To ride this
bus show the poem you keep.  What poem have I?  I
have none to show.  I write no poems.  No poem I
keep.  In your pocket look my man.  I'm sure it
is.  Where they're always hid.  In my pocket I
reach for now.  I show my hand no poem I found.
Look again oh tired soul.  The poem is there.  You
hid it well.  The poem you hid when you were
twelve.  And look again now as I do the driver
waits for fare long due.  At bottom of my pocket
went my hand in search  my hand I sent but touches
only dirt and lint.  No poem hid well when I was
twelve.  Look once more but this time cry.  And
search so hard and close your eyes .  Squeeze your
heart and mind and soul.  And find the poem so
worn and old.   I reach down deep and begin to
seek.  The poem lost long now I meet.  I unfold
the poem I hid so well.  The paper torn.  The
edges frilled.  And stains of blackness hung where
once fell tears and the ink did run.   And my soul
now crushes in my heart and tears begin as I read
again.  And the driver says there my friend that
was not hard.  Take your seat relax and sleep. And
dream of old forgoten freinds.  And enjoy the ride
for it never ends.