Does the awful cold of perfect stasis engorge the star drained of light, drawn into solitude, mortal without novation, alone with only the inexorable?
Is this what comes of the last Hesperia juba drowned in the grass of a dry creek alone with its new rain?
Will these "rivers" of exigency & invention ever rest?
Or must it be they spend all of time in rout? Penetrating our Hesperiidae, copulating with our Celestial?
