You don't stop loving somethingnjust because its dying, do you?nYou keep on hoping it will live.nnAs when you first discoverednthat your lover's lying to you,nand look for reasons to forgive.nnWhen you see the fireworks fizzle,nhit the lake, and start to sizzle,ndon't you wish for one last missile nto illuminate the sky? So do I.nnSome people lead a crippled dream out back to shoot itnat the very first suspicion that it's lame.nOthers let theirs limp along, although their legs aren't very strongnwhile there's a single, shaky step left in their frame.nYou don't stop loving somethingnsimply out of shame.nnAlthough the laws of motion ndon't just stop applying to younand everybody comes to rest,nyou don't stop loving somethingnjust because it's dying, do you?nYou press the clappers to its chest.nnTurn the knobs and flick the switchesnswear you'd give up untold richesnfor a fusillade of twitches to uncannily occur.nNow watch it stir.