..                Defendants Truth perils depth (where death is the closest money) to shy the rushing patterns of distance light brittles to aim-- blank wisdom was bought. Enter life the deafening boredom: she tailors a sage, heathen fire to hermetic savor. Then she screams planets. What action craves to sting, ancient dread predestines a taut plunge, and stills the air leaven eras to ruse. While reason bleeds lies, mutations of blue fold in unceasing logic. © 1997             John H. Doe