FALLACY
Wind, write with me, the grief I gave life to, is fashioning fast like fog and drowning me into depths I hadn't known. Wind, be as invisible as you are, keep, what you wrote with me, translucent like your feature and if my people ask you what are you concieling in shear, say one's message to Anubis. Inscrutable designs, invincible fantasying. Why we try to entangle ourselves and the cosmos? How Helios' ménage harmonizes? How storm and lightning bolt bring rain down to reconcile? How universe could be described or human's wish for fancy fabric? Oh poison, please conk me out, since hours I didn't blink. I ingest you in every form, be it fluid or lyophilised. Oh poison, my body can't hold anymore, you are less toxic than my pain. I am dying in this agony, yet the thought of getting out is cruel to me than dying. I bought flowers and goblet to melee the great war. Hang fire, flowers have spadix too and sting worse than bees, broken goblets can inscribe win even on ...