not afraid...won't exhaust if no one's saved... as tiny fractures make their way...don't ever break... energy...expands the knots into the veins.... a rhyme is mastered to display..it's ok... and it draws the pictures painted... rising up against the failings... writes a book in parenthesis... and it won't ever go away... can't explain...why there's never much to say.. less is more or nothing's gained...or misplaced... won't evade...these tiny fractures make their way... into a man that feels your pain...in every way...