! ! 1*** Onto The Apocalypse * **! ! !

How are you? sun winks on the east light stems slowly over the crowd mist lays heartful tunes yet unheard where are you? night rifles faster breeze refuges to transmute shadow bird scarcely chirrups in dark night wind seems still as dead stone rose never whispers to sorrow yet speckle of its desire intones blue huge walls of chilled snow fluffs together she stands hidden across the wall half muffled by the motley silhouette breath seems to be wordless to the eyes the silence resounds in the court room dregs of love yet not lost to tunes past last autumn still remembers its nights earth meets eclipses across its own axis moments seems to ponder onto apocalypse I may not meet you to hear story apocryphal