this is what i wrote on the card to burn:

this is what i wrote on the card to burn: in the morning there were only swan's wings boiling on the precipice of fall's demise, where the lower chasm kisses the labia of the sky. Exalt the bones. Inter the "soul". One must find the question when the answer is omniscient. And that's why lizards grew wings under the eye ov the pyramid we keep deep in our seas.