i've seen Tall laughs perch on Curiosity's veneers.

hauberk

how did we fend them off: the vitreous fettles which once devoured us?

there are Drums between the Bells, and no Thought will escape this unforgiving Density.

look Around! all the promises you've nursed are Swimming away.

knot these Murmurs, and remit to Tabula Rasa.