Mortality can’t be beat.
No amnesty? A ship is on the way

from mare nostrum
or / & like crustaceans we give in, to forgetfulness for now.

Blinds drawn, our preachy, scavenged opacity fills w/ sang-froid riches of dark matter, soaking the globe w/ its bible pedigree.

Before that yoga is fantastic, a civilizing coterie added to sempiternal space & entered into w/ a worldview w/out speaking achieving access to felt qualities.