Here in the night box, 

in the broke,

from the phone unknown.

In the suffocate, 

of a swelt,

the mean must of it.

Something never ceases to sail its way forward.

All emotion means MOTOWN, Syncopation OKEH.

Don’t understand, 

only that the method’s implied.

In the end no natural way will fail,

only falter for a moment then prevail.

Sean Sullivan 2009