i dreamt, on accident; though everything was silent and swathed in an all engulfing black. as if i were embodying the void itself. when i woke, i relived in reverie. i couldn't. i couldn't call forth the desires that once effortlessly crept and enveloped without consent. something was vanquished. there is no flame burning. only the soot is left behind. my soul unperturbed, at last. je suis libre.