soon

almost no reason to utter anything, right now

phantom waves, and secrets; but breakage is not inevitable

misses - terribly - the gardens of Pluto, the bleeding iron, the dark Zero, and especially the Wild-Along

um

become much ado and achord with the pulses and rythms amidst the chaos

fingers and hands and a new-generation havens

never been here before (read: never)

cyclical, unhappy with the conclusions, frustrated