I feel you, leaning, out back with the crickets, loyal heart marking the soon-ness, darkness: tonight, still, the mourning doveswill summon us their song of love's neverdoneing lawlessness while, over and over - rear up! stand down! lay round! - trying to sound-out, or guess the reasons, I sleep like a soldier, without rest. But there is no treason,where there is only lawlessness.