Negotiation A quiet calm descends upon the scene, the stars are yet to quantify their worth the berry bushes cluster, red and green, your body, pressed against the tempered earth, absorbs vibrations in the fading light. The lever that controls the force in you released by silence, ‘til the dark of night crowds in around your existential view. The bounty of this land fulfilled your dreams and gave and gave with pastoral rewards, and streams of vigour flowed, refilling streams of yearnings you construed, in simple words: Interpreting, your vista laced with time, reticulates the banks you cannot climb. Helene…