Nobody Knew The Iron Man Had Fallen.

The World Rolls Under The Long Thrust Of His Heel. Over The Cage Floor The Horizons Come.

What Happened Casually Remains -

He Could Not Stand. It Was Not That He Could Not Thrive, He Was Born With Everything But The Will – That Can Be Deformed, Just Like A Limb. Death Was More Interesting To Him. Life Could Not Get His Attention.

...imagine What You Are Writing About. See It And Live It. Do Not Think It Up Laboriously, As If You Were Working Out Mental Arithmetic. Just Look At It, Touch It, Smell It, Listen To It, Turn Yourself Into It. When You Do This, The Words Look After Themselves, Like Magic.

The Sea Cries With Its Meaningless Voice, Treating Alike Its Dead And Its Living