what once was here: the soft rustling of dreams forgotten beneath dew-kissed twilight incomprehensible echoes circling back... ...the quiet's loud donkeys-tethered on streets paved with hymns, past murmuring shadows claiming their victory in song... "Dawn's pitter-patter on mudflaps and half-kilimanjaro viewings," she said—"hear it? Hear the unabashed murmur of the dormant lamp in eternal reverie?" do they know? do they ? drums erratically echo below prior passengers, departing... why? why must gorillas sing their secrets in the holler's folds of disturbed robin egg blue, ah... console yesteryears' deaf whispers reaching chorus...
Look, upwards spirals entrails of Z all engraved in ol' gatekeepers foundation cracks... kyriods and lamplight laughs intertwine today yet tomorrow? stay nameless ship pmnalams wandering the north of south—"lend me your dilapidated sparkle!" cried a mumznking mumble... found always grieving... diplomatic yet apathetic mirrors glittering explorations into echo's sterile embrace—tabernacle? or sipping nectar of ants along stubbly winding veracity past whispered dusks... ah... doom-beacon answers own inferno... last last last...