Rise and Rise till there is no more. Love lost is as spilled tincture, forgotten, abandoned by both Man and Machine. To grind her to dust, and rid yourself of old slaken musk, is to move on yourself, and to other distant shores you now do partake. Tis the journey between worlds and hearths that kindles the fire of love. A Lost Love, though much ventured, now thy next, be full of might and flame. To sire a new love, now ye bold the experience, that it may not last. So wise we are now, to cherish the next holder; of our misbegotten Human Heart.