And do you know why, she won't break down and cry? She says adios, says adios, goodbye...

And this jagged pain shooting like pin-pricks across my nerves, this pain of bereavement, over and over again, this loss, the loss, spiralling across, spiralling down, and suddenly one fine autumn morning nothing, a vast stretch of nothingness, enveloping all, and everywhere people are busy, vacuous hours, rituals empty of meaning, all but meaning, and this is not what it is, not what it is meant to be, in this hour, this busy hour, reminiscences of years in motion, alone, together, life like brittle china, chipped, broken, the shortening breath, shortened, short, and your eyes laughing, in happiness, eyes, fluid, fluent in pain, knowing, the shadowy descent to nothing, this endless night, this dying fall...

Goodbye Prosperity...