i. waiting for a sentence to finish diminish an extra limb stolen from you a second skin doled out to you going spare for mattress stuffing and you could still feel anything if you wanted to.
ii. i'll tuck this wicked sound under my pillow and sleep on it -- in the morning i'll know exactly what to do. in the morning you'll know which muscles to soothe.
iii. many more terribles will rise crest break before i finish this breath of seafoam wake: i could be a millenium lurking inside these parentheses i could be your equilibrium hidden within these shuttered cities i could be a monster i could be a requiem i could be a cold star doomed to swing this pendulum
iv. i am verdandi sat with twine skuld in the dark spinning new design an ancient shrine for me and mine names knitted for urdr's past plotline undying me, myself, and i then, and now, and tomorrow's time