CELESTIAL. [♬]

          “But human nature proves that it is fleeting.”   gentle touch and subtle coo were not the ways of this man, he who would follow in the footsteps of one who could save the crumbling infrastructure of The Han. The poet turns on his heel ever-so-lightly in his slow approach, offering a cordial greeting of fingers curled about his knuckles.  “What purpose will they find to prevent that ‘shine’ from falling flat or dull?”

“We were originally grown from the same root; Why should we hound each other to death with such impatience?”