Nightmute

- Realization of the Wake of Existential Insomnia, the shade of me asks myself if I truly let my nature become a Gaff, the Dem of what I used to be . . .
- Across from the stars and pastoral Zion bodies in the Skies of Night, a mute Forest Village down mountain hill tops breed a blind Agnosia Farm.
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- Postal Petals of Cherry Leave Clovers, gleem moonlight bright, decayed and perosed like raindrops on Mother Earth's soil ground.
- As to say, I am the Nightmute, the whom of eve's wind-blow an Aether Sound which maddens the Farm Flock.
- Echopraxia I heard of a blue God, the Father disease, parasitic Allcreation.