Within your rest, a runaway came forth from nonexistence. Motionless? No, for your complexion manifests itself onto the floor of our reputable dreaming: dancing, dancing in the limelight. Your elocution and livelihood cast an extravagant comfort whose subsistence forced a much more tragic loss upon us all. Emotions whisper death of all hope, so we—the ones with bonds of love so strong—must retort with a more vibrant sonority. If we do that, maybe, just maybe if we do that, we can keep you dancing till our music stops.
United, we put him to bed
November 15, 2007