interlude i (ripe & ruin)

she she she she only ever-ver-ver-ver walks to to count count her steps, eighteen-teen strides and she stops to abide, by the law that she herself has set, that eighteen steps is one complete set, and before the next nine right and nine left, she looks up up at the blue, and whispers to all of the above, "don't let me drown, don't breathe alone, no kicks no pangs no broken bones. never let me sink, always feel at home, no sticks no shanks and no stones. never leave it too late, always enjoy the taste, of the great great great grey world of hearts.", as all dogs everywhere bark bark bark bark, "it's worth knowing, like all good fruit the balance of life is in the ripe and ruin."