I’ve been on an upload binge; this is while I’m doing only one thing at one time on a crazed replicant-stream toward a structuralist’s degree. 
I won’t cry when the point becomes bodily exercise without a message.  I’ll trade you all the noise in my hands, still shaking — scared of leaving you among the spoils..   
 
There’s a tradeoff, my trade. In din hostility shuts the door 24/7 on indisputable birdsong. It’s a good thing for stopping messengers’ tears as the door from nihilism leads to the rescue of children and all that contains, all I could have told you.