An impatience in the tear

 An impatience in the tear. Fly, look at the architecture. The one about water and memory. Its cliffs. What can I do to summon you? Through the closed doors. He was flying over time like a static hummingbird through the cyclical times of catastrophes. On the edge of the immense darkness. Each time drop by drop, hard and cold.

Sense, then ex-isto as a hypo/thesis.