Everything was possible when it was impossible and proclomations once undiscovered and celebrated are swept away in joyous festivities of "rediscovery."  And all the promises and hopes spoken to the wind in the darkness seem to fall on the deaf ears of cliffs and canyons as only bitterness and spite echo back to slap you in the face.  And even in all the hopeful innovations of rejuvenation of things molded over, the path is lost in a mountainous everglade of blind love.  As the tears drop like waterfalls into a algaeic river, your once-beating rose heart fades into a marbled lode of granite, cold and unfeeling.  So closed off to any possibilities of capabilities and responsibilities or culpabilities in all the cities in your mind you are left with no abilities save one....to laugh.  Laughing deranged, guttural, visceral, temporal, bitterful.  Laughing in the face of impossible possibilities.