Crack bang, strain into the heart again. The full fire power, over the next hour, we snap crack and back again, right through the midnight handle, into the early dim, candles buzz, flicker and flutter, but still we encounter each other in heated antagonisms. Oh glory, angel, how raging you sail, right into the dawn and up standing prevail for something like peace, a truce or a settlement, simple disarmament, iron clad armistice, ending hostilities, flourishing bows and the shaking of shuddering, weeping souls. We made it through, another late floundering, another broke fumbling, another stark matching of shout for shout and bout of hardly a moment’s denouement. What a war, what a waging of woe.