The number of hardwood floors these warriors hath laid upon, like grains of sand on the beach, like stars in the sky,
for their hearts doth open wide like great baleen baskets,
through which pour both the krill of fortune and folly,
we are merely hungry, for neither ebb nor flow, yin nor yang, marsh-mellow nor marble,
deliver us life's full spectrum, so that time's vesper-tine light waves goodbye to well-rounded stories,
dreams and nightmares, well-rounded characters, seasoned
by lady luck and her bitter sisters,
we love them all one and the same.