as it were

as it cast it out, it was brighter than the moonday sun. it was like a sharpened arrow looking at the face of a greying trigger. what was the prompt reply going to bring but that it was too prompt. thinking it was seconds later the year that passed was yesterday's business, and it brought us civil, but caped enough to be a caper. still breathing in the old attempts advice, we met what was beyond to know. it was too much to know. still coming, a brief expulsion and grapes of chatter. until then, my great freund, we bid you sleep.