too much info, too little, with holding pleading the 5th, taking a fifth, an entire fifth, and away it goes, lost forever, you think, to the ether, never to get it back, never those words to have permenance, impermeable, bendable reeds, as always, and SNAP, brought back to bear weight, and more is less, and limits reached, tested and prodded, lines drawn on battlefields with chalk dust blowing in the wind, arbitrary lines on the globe providing some geographical sense of self and knowledge, but merely a misstep in the grand scheme of things, merely a hiccup, and a passing fancy