Dusk launches the dive. Crisp linens and feathers cradle the joys, aches, and knowledge of the day. Rolling to the west as sleep floats orphic fragments of senses and thoughts. The helix of your internal and external entity winding towards comprehension. A morosis dealing results in a roll to the east and a shift in the sorting like a rock splitting a river’s flow into separate paths. The dip continues on the heels of your inner urchin tackling fears and loss. A petrous yet friable nemesis, acceptance beckons the interstitial fragments to bind. The soul balters like a child in a meadow at sundown, breathing every one of its past lives into your heart. A wellspring of eunoia at dawn.