Lost in the sky, clouds roll by and I roll with them. Arrows fly. Seas increase and then fall again. This world is spinning around me. This world is spinning without me. Every day sends future to past. Every breath leaves me one less to my last. Watch the sparrow falling. Gives new meaning to it all. If not today nor yet tomorrow then some other day. I'll take seven lives for one. And then my only father's son, as sure as I ever did love him.
I am not afraid.
