From afore.  
I couldn't get enough of that simple window frame, 
whilst struggling with ideations and such
In the midst of another cold dark winter, a bright hot muggy summer.  
I've stared down the barrel before and thought on many such conclusions  
Always the simple frames and constructs, or hapless friends have 
brought me back from the precipice. 
What reasons do we embark upon such journeys but for 
Vanity
Pride and Sloth. 
Nay women and men are destined to condemn those same actions of mob idiot rule 
Always fallen to. 
Can we raise a sublime wonder at such instances?
Fools all
Farewell sweetness