a millennium's give ways

In the trailer, Alexander just cuts the knot, gives a speech or two, ignites tar. And by dilation, something loads, sets its’ cast. We say knot for how many ills each day--- looking back---to an old country road where we were caught. A half-dozen police, those stickered reds and blues. Alexandra in my shirt. And my explanation for running, quite simply: “we weren’t even running from you." So about the movie, I imagine the hero is scolded as a boy for dry-firing his bow. It’s like: knowing the lines won’t stop the butterflies won’t stop the knots (this speech already solved). Over the hill, another, unsmoothable. The complaint’s immemorially cast. As this, a new millennium, what’s more fashionable than fatigue?