Is it enough to be stranded on this rock of angel dust and fairy shadows, reclined in solar bliss, trapped yet free, chained to an eerie mechanism of fate? Bewildered? I was, untill the fall, the fall of ruin, the dust of decadence. Now, I know, and a new philosophy outwieghs my corruption of insight. I am amused. A pleasant suprise to my belonging in the mayhem. I escape no treasure, no ambiance of texture enthralls me, I capture water in deserted eyelids. I peruse the pitch of snares that would tear my enigma shroud, expose my angst at dawns reclamation of the darkness that I so love. Amused at my insolent genius, that knows of all, to the limits of sarcasm, the laughter of elves in orbit. Throw the lantern down the well, to see the escape is exotic, a wisp of fresca fortells the awakening to delimas demise.