the clock_ is_ ticking, but it doesn't ring, echoes in classes of forgotten wings,
glacial
a whisper lost in shadow.="hal0cy0n"heads, broken glass on silent paths...
whispered
nightbreathers below, above stardust cosmos of\encoded sequences,
bytes moist.
auntie lucida's
prophecy marks the portals;
oscales
schematics of an un{}seen spirit, inowels transfigured, faint,
The air hums disbelief,,====; do
you yield glory? Reality's
horizon
is split//