Galactic curls in spirals swirl, entwining twisted mystery, where time unrolls in blackened holes, no longer bright and blistery, but writ like runes...
Come join the unraveling circus quite soon to be passing our way, with the clowns in a clamor to twerk us - line up as they lead us astray! Arriving...
The flames of the furnace (well-travelled by wind slowly glazing the rags of gray women chagrined at the sight of a hair fleeing tresses now thinned...
