chasing new last hope as lack of momentum pushes on forward. she'd found, at long last. twilight hour, the glow of lost subtleties finally lay still. chaotic silence, shone from deep underneath. ghosts of tenses past had walked her home, but she'd been long gone by then. utterly without meaning, dredging onward. for behind remembrance, lay purposeful deceptions of quests unattainable. futility, at its last desperate attempt. singsong, at best.