Ankara’s grief is but the blood of Zwet, and the mystic swirl of Becktic’s breast is well sweetened as Floral begins to weep amidst entangled orbits of the Hermitian Plains. They spin, collapse, drift, expel to sooth the cosmic storm’s refrain for reserve’s retreat to momentarily cleanse a timeless horizon with stateless grace;. /then Whether transposed, complete or closed - To collapse again - That Floral may weep once more, and the tears of Ankara may now sweeten a new Hermitia with the ancestral blood of Zwet. Becktic’s breast is gone. Châz
