How time flies when one has fun!
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
To find a form that accommodates the shape of the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
In the landscape of extinction, precision is next to godliness.
Abode where lost bodies roam each searching for its lost one.
They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.