"Beyond the breach of steam-soaked kitchen doors,
Legend softly bears witness,
To caffeine-coated dialogues",
murmur the Oracle of Quiet Days.
- A name forgotten rides upon itself,
Between whispered numberings in the air,
Temporal sections polished forgotten letters,
dulcet murmurs, echo forgotten hues.
Perhaps ages past, bean and counterpart know of veiled promises,
Kettle songs orchestrating mornings soft awakening,
In that slow assertion of day it becomes purist poise,
A pause - engraved residue sparkling on satin palms...
Acknowledge Encryption