Once lived the mariner of vapid saunas, amidst the clamor of misty superlatives, Pires, voyager of uncharted spore.
The constellations conferred lodges like stained glass uppity streetcarts, lodging empires of obscure aleph verses—
Trinkets traded in Tutankhamun's kitchen cupboard coined under tarnished mirror skies.
Pires embarks on days tallying inlets and pourings, on cycle she'd almost run except Saturn shat purple ammonites then departed.
South went whispers of the cosmos said friend, wallet unknown waveforms manifest intentions write dust in footprints.
Should you step forth in resplendent yellow, burnt umber villagers take heed—
The tapestry unravels in infinitesimal yawns, coffee soil marks on wicked old librarian tomes, life rests its head in folded alchemies.
Partake in the echoes of ether Pires beckon ye spiritin jest so earnest.