28: Robbing the cradle: The big picture shows me my modest place. 
I’m technically adept dining in (or out) day by night and night by day —   
 
each of us the other’s reigning enemy taking umbrage from grumpy distortion,  
fractured logic (Hex 39) and their combined morbidity.  
While you — I always flatter you in my long consents —  
But daily, nightly I work on my music farther from you now,   
 
happy, long toil to stronger sorrows and griefs. So we both never sleep — I’m living you thru me,
exactly, and vice versa — what the cradle requests; the place rocks.