These barricades which were mounted, for liberty, freedom, exhilaration, stifle and besiege now, like an over-possessive parent, an obsessive lover, reducing my self, to a concentrated, amalgamated, insipid residue, gathered at the bottom-most pit of life. Thank you Thursday Poets Rally for the Perfect Poet Award I would like to nominate Marit.
That, which has a beginning has an end. That, which is limitless and infinite is without a beginning and without an end.