Of yonder transsgressionns, thru thyne oceans floor, come henceforth round again , yet to meet twilight once more , Ever standing not to be sitting there transponding to whom or what mite become of yea twilights door, Speak not to thyne own transsgressions and let thyne own light become yet a simplisitic ray for yor, henceforth to harken thou come to be within for when thou cometh round to yea being, let thyne own feelings from within beam out to pound upon thine soul as yet a gentle fly in thy night to be compounded , to maketh one henceforth yet become whole ! Cc @1:30 pm on the 11th of Febuary 2009 , written by aka "Crusher" , this poem and its entirety are fully written of intent to only be for poetic justice , and in no way or form is this poem to be used without the permission of its author and originator ! Aka "Crusher"