it was that moment when all hell broke loose that order seemed like a brilliant ideal to pursue

when sorrow broke the dam then threatened to flood the plains of indescribable joy with salty tears

it took a riding crop to the soft bits to quench the fires of wrath that threatened the countryside

it took one glance to erase years of self inflicted pain that had become less burden than friend

harken all to see the transdermal metamorphosis from frayed to afraid as the ropes of hope snap