Rogue encounters distortion

Sharon: Maneuvers, getting out of the cross hairs, skimming through encounters to find only what is critical, the point of having it good slowly ebbs, ebbs because time is the enemy, ebbs because for all the cunning, all the sharpness, time is still the lord, and I cannot escape time's grasp, ebb, ebb, and it feels like the climax of an event, an event to occur, occurring, have occurred, have I said it backwards? I know not, that life is fleeting and I've built myself to escape poverty, a hard life, escaping getting screwed, I rather do the screwing, only to find that this is not paradise, not even close, this desperate need to cling on to what is temporal, I cannot let go. And it all makes sense, does it? Tomorrow, I will find my way back, the old trails, the many experiences have taught me well, ebb, ebb, ebb that drip, that torrent, a whirl storm, shut it off. It is all I can hear, it is all I can see, shut it out.