Encrypted within letters of disguised imagery, just another way of hiding behind words due to fear of uncovering what lies beneath the ultimate desire of the heart's, that insatiable collaboration of chemistries which invades its barriers and decimates all but the tunnel of sickening hopefuls. To be here again, counting removes complacency and in its place remains the ashes of the phoenix that always manages to rise— the heart's ability of rediscovering its wings so it can once more, if not more, soar.