How then?

How then, to serenade the pulchritude of the moon, while bearing the scars of the stars' betrayal?

What then, must the caress of success be like, if the lacerations of failure ruthlessly plunder even the keenest senses of touch?

Who then, may restore dignity to he who pursues a falling comet, only to find the starkest reflection upon lake horizon?

When then, will your callousness offer a ripple of compassion, that I may discover solace while I dutifully burn, while I long for salvation's return?