1900 soon enough and 1600 already no meme no pun lust just numbers upside down no timing the market is a falling knife hovering in every direction at once just under itself the awning of every afternoon shade makes a safe place from the source of all life sometimes can burn a body or grow a tree a garden a gracious creek free flowing metaphor drowning out all the potency from measuring how far from a source flows go how home one can be how alone how old and growing still thats impressive for such a hungry young small heartbroken hopelessness that now is bound to strengthen success from optimism frailty of hope knowing there can not be hope nothing lives forever nothing even exists