-{::ephemeral_arcs::}--[whispering] Prayer Beads of the tired
Tumbling, Tumbling
Wrath was his mask
a myriad spun in lace
a tomorrow perchance
walking from vision
muskets ring bells of a counting
towards a mingling sign
down ten thousand springs
across muddled waters
hidden in yesterday they fly
a mirage of countenance
a tempest of humble times
a march of the unwinding sorrow
a coat of the cat
cusp my barage, deepen angling songs
and mark your mark
we'll come here again
what's it to you?
who go