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Than What could mere wordss say 

There is no rhyme for reason 

There is no song for the occasion

Just a good old fashioned sense of relief 

That you are okay and still as stellar in your

Metaphorical observations and sharp as ever

Let me die upon your sharp and mighty sword 

A willing victim not as a martyr but, 

as a dearly held respect for the other side 

Of where I go when I'm on the road somewhere 

Looking and searching for the elusive finite truth.