I shall infuriate this piece of parchment with a discussion of stars or some other unaltered thought which could be set forth as musician to this universe. Fragile parchment on a night of forgetfulness, reach somewhere into distant architecture, for it is the somber hour of the beast virus, stopped by no cries from our hearts. Watching the thunderstorm of countryside colors covering October Mountain, I agree that the almond moon is a trusted old image etched on the reflections of much older myth. So from rain-glittered thunderstorms I will stain your parchments with a falling darkness to remember.

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