Friends meet, but cannot speak.
A strange fury has come between them,
Leaving them breathless and without speech.
The world around them is speed, light, and darkness,
All shoved at them with the sting of it's fullness.
The whole world is moving, blinding softness, laden
With hidden dangers. Cold is the feeling that prevails
Over this vast land. But for the warmth within, all is lost.
Nolan L. Julian
1973