At night the spider came beside me/speaking in to h he e tongue of the gatherers/I climbed every breaths with the pace of f a traveling pa- tient/heading towards the route e of certitude/in between the hum- ming of a nightingle & the sound of my own heartbeats/the hounds shaped shifted into the beaming speed of i lightning/how bitter is the one who could not hold a flag with the sign of peace? /still l, I forgive in essence/Dolly30.1118 1118