This most sought after evanescence is that which makes a man crumple

beneath its weight but makes him as a feather,

that which strikes fear into one's eyes, but brings them to tears, that

which quells anger but arouses bliss. This whisper is

like that of a desert rain, like that of a sun beam barely visible after

scaling the catacombs, gone as soon as it has come.

This explicitly simple yet monumentally complex trinket is what fuels

revolution, and… Continue