Everything up 
in the victory
as an age of Fall

Two positions 
of the eye
To desong it

One of the four
seasons the Romans
clashed into the chart
of seeing days

Circling with time
Second-tears drawn
around approximate
cites, an elixir

Helm of life
Crime, final crying

Heal me, let's 
begin with a shattered 
cup, rippling

Fist crushing you
down into hotness