May the Fourth of the Fourth

As we were, once here, and since we have had, always a smile of the terror on our faces, since we were kids, playing on playgrounds of dry heat, sharp edges and prompts of darkness, in shades, watching the watchers, minding the minders, by the fourth of the fourth. Here we are, though, walking as animals whos body you parted in two, now we are four, by the fourth of four, by the fourth of the fourth. Golden smile!