For The Years, He Felt,

Like The Tender Fires Of Stars Moments Of Their Life Together, That No One Knew Of Or Would Ever Know Of, Broke Upon And Illuminated His Memory.

The Light Music Of Whiskey Falling Into Glasses Made An Agreeable Interlude.

Lord, Heap Miseries Upon Us Yet Entwine Our Arts With Laughters Low.

Theologians Consider That It Was The Sin Of Pride, The Sinful Thought Conceived In An Instant: Non Serviam: I Will Not Serve. That Instant Was His [lucifer's] Ruin.

Mistakes Are The Portals Of Discovery.