First the air that abuses the light : beat while the answer of the echo answers no,

show dont tell come back to that later now let me walk with you to the forest It alights from the window as a fugue Beneath and between it condenses time Breathing through its leaves and its branchs hue Cast a propulsion of details vague I bring them before you: ingredients To make whole again form, power, or force, Such as a mountain intercedes by weight Under the moments, minutes, and hours let me go let me go now tell me how to be awake in the world is a woe