in a moment he steps away and the grin on her lips fades away and the silence to her is golden as the plan that she makes out of fear a sixpence of holdings leaves her wallowing and her thoughts plead today is the day but the strain on her needs is what's strangling not needed, not wanted, not dear it's not enough, no not enough at all not at all it's long enough she says, to fall long to fall travel down her frown to find the thoughts of love pondering justifyingly covering the weak her Galahad has just been wandering perhaps the steel softens his fall but we all see his fists rendering against his will and back again no longer just a bad day simmering it's not enough no not enough at all not at all it's long enough she says, to fall long to fall so she lands and he smiles it's over for awhile and the grasp of his love leaves her gasping for air for air