Season of Mind.

<font face="tahoma" size=1>Our bodies rove sublimely in our own capacity of mind nonce, no words are needed perennial beings, lax and limitless We cast, cursorily across the macrocosm entities, all are extinct only, soley, yourself and I; incessant hereafter, cease our ambience of earth living this realm regarded, repinely, to await for the one-two destination; no, our end is only null