Noises of bewilderment find their way inside of jets
flying in a heavenly direction.
Scanning across a field of vision, we partake of
sound particles challenging realities of weakened
mistakes.
Turning about, skipping interiorly into wayward
treks not meant for man's testing theories of
unrepentant sakes.
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