Tell your friends a tale to phase the color’s grey.
Listen.
Listen.
Listen.
I’m not about to throw it all away.
Fly along beside me, so I can guide us above the rain.
Listen.
Listen.
Listen.
Check your heart and sway.
So, so, so much to know about it. About what? Without it.
Solfège.
Soleil.
Solace.
Crepuscular quiddity, that ephemeral acidity.
Etiolate, étoilé! shouts the sinister sanguine feline.
Ululate, delta lupi; lune, follow sola Sirius.
Salvia salvation, sage’s soul’s sole intake.
Listen.
Listen.
Listen.
Tell your friends a tale to faze the color’s gray.
