i like to fake submission it elevates me to be yet not 
really giving trust this is my cloak and dagger my 
subterfuge for fads this sly silhouette of a salient 
solution needs not to be focused needs not to be focused 
upon the eloquent and bold just me just me here just me 
here in the desert eating my own heart analyzing all 
beginning the process this is my solstice my changing of 
seasons