the most serene republic
phi
Could you stop and take inhale, olfactory? Accomplice to expression  It makes itself known by a changing a tone Invisible reminder More's desired from the fizz of skin  Its umbra reminds me of past beliefs and the holidays they had Empiricism, why'd they not preach that? So a magic training first How's about the musk of your own deeds?  Oh how much I want to of your smell Dewness from the below, morning from the above Too many developed from the eyes, ears, touch and the taste, stories of the waste  The big secrets now How we've lost and found Something not quite said, until everything's in bed