` br br br br br Who can tell the difference br between gallantry and deceit; br that is clear only to br the querying breeze? br br Who could not smell br the pungent heavy cloud br before the pulling of br the petulant wind? br br Further, afar off, no one inquires br about foreseen mornings unseen br dreams once winged zephyrs br echo in forgotten hallways. br br Perched high on rock faces grim br beneath the humming of the bird, br awash on porous promontories - br failure now permeates the abject soul.