Pearlescent eye patch drifting on ahead to rest. Dinosaur ink drips.

Dolo Uldolsted, gathered in his own netting: Sea of tatami.

All _____ things to come. All _____ things to come, welcome. All _____ things to come.

Trough peak trough peak trough, peak trough peak trough peak trough peak, trough peak trough peak trough.

Behind sludge grey drapes, I'm a little lady leaking refrigerant.

Stav opens the book. Wait, what? No one knows that book! Mike closes the book.

Subtle hums of distant flight, melodic murmurs weave through scattered notes, Rippling streams entwine with cosmic breezes, crafting celestial songs, Endless chords converge, the universe sighs in serene rapture.

A bishop got brained. His bones lay at the crossroad. A passage through time.

The Eotogram sat frail in my sister's grasp. I held it better.

Floodlit streets converge, embracing only matter.

Bonds form in turmoil.