What did that nose want when it went outside and didn't come back in until well after dark braying against the wild magic on the wind fighting the urge to sleep handled without hands running without a gait heavy breathing for too many purposes that was the long daytime perhaps ten years during which travails demanded rest but none was available for the fervent hunt driven by so-called instincts whereas today there are calm dreams on this never-ending night undemanding for a forgotten sun.