@vsnothingness: twofold towel swap. easing. a restless dawn yawns yearning, falls to weep in the carpet swirls, yet to herald, the becoming, an outer twine. see there the red, fade. the parade tempered by rambling nothings to cosmic no one. foul gold wipes the street. union of spheres: eased. . . . . . . Song: Arrows gone - stevenvsnothingness