Under the swinging branches...

...I found myself asking the sky where I could find my lost treasure. It was most precious to me and I don't think I could live much longer without it in my possession... It was like an affectionate addiction... I had to have it to hold it dear or like now I would feel life escaping me through the very pores of my body, I am venting Life, and my body has gone industrial.

Moving the chips, jumping the pawn, kicking into gear. I am rushing to the end and missing all the roses.