It's Aizen 2, the latest version of fifth inspired sparkling betrayal, the dark of a sonic boom, the arch way I try to understand how day turns to night. Long of shadow, twisted and wicked of older tooth. Of leopards and spots, the gravity, the winds of October mornings, the arc of the pounce. It's silken stones if you will, lands with the weight of the age, true as semiconductors and trite as titanium, wizard in glass call me so despite all my spots for I am I am.