And you wait in your window, for FOUND to come find you... And you had thoughts that went black across the space beween facts, you knew not, clear into the lap of the... cancel eye of the map maker's stare... Oneday oldage: Onday might Oneday oldage: Onday you might... divine world map from blank page. to score something so beyond your living cell's scope, with nothing but pushed hope perspective and inks. And in the witching seconds of think before map's made from scratch, it's heir bringer twitches busily on the end of a pen... it's shape's then, is scrawled certainly across what's blank once again... cancel-eyed you... hope it -dread it-quote it-edit- read it-wroted it-sow it-dead it- and in sung song cement it quite light-like in the cradle of the cancel eye... and you are... only skull side once and you'll find.. you wait and you walk and you ache and you ought and you wake and you walk and you wait... and you wait by your window, for FOUND to find you... ...this is serious as setting bone setting as serious is this...