Part One, Part Two

The position was, he knew this very well, both silly and precarious. What had been practiced for generations, through hand-me-down was really just lethargy, the inability to think and to believe that there could be a simple touch of hands that never would betray... It all had gone, man's business not in the least immune had superseded pride, and honoured plain convention as all the sheep would do. Their agile bones allowed, and eagerly supported flex as well as lateral stability, and there would be, no eyes to see, no ears to hear and, nothing to compare, just a scenario to share. And it went well, a precedent was set and taken in the fold, it would become what all, the peasants and the workers in their half-baked skills and in their envy knew, it would be tilting at the giant blades of mills, to no avail. They would most likely choose, and pick at once, to keep the music out of reach, to shatter myths as well as lead the band beyond its hours and the state of high demand. There was a salvo, although minor, and it took, bits of the mortar and a splinter from the frame, Try as they might and as they did 'twas just a name, new growth of piety would settle, leaving tracks, they saw the truth in Al The Crow and how he waded through the creek, and it was all that they required on that day. There was a prelude, it was soft and did play on, then there was silence and all molecules soon froze, then a Tsunami came to life and brought deluge it was delicious just for touch and for the nose.