In silence are our whispers words

Miasma

An' whence th' ftorie vapors unfold

of words decrepit meanings told an' told

my feelings @ you foreign

for sure

we'll take our place

the scent of pollinated traces

aloof to designs de sign

signature purr between the hiss

and missiles techniture oblivious/oblivion [Rex]

Thro' Times submission (sense)

The elegance of seeing

eye to eye Too ToUcH

Labyrinthine

In words our truth would hurt to trust