bite through your tongue but keep going: you are alone now on tuesday the eighteenth of january, twentyten, but you are not at end. you have to cry and you have to get mad, because you can't deny the dark, you can't deny the thorn, you can't deny the car crash.

the world has made you its juggernaut, and you must endure. you are made, unmalleable, and you must meet the other, for they wander before the cliffs of the pavement, the bullet fired from the song.

they won't falter, but their metal hands wait, at only one height, at only one hope, and you must remain, you must remain, you must remain.