MuteStorm

patient, those waves wear down years of stress. crashes resounding from smoothed rock to heavens; a universe watching develops a brilliant patina. space does favor the dearly drowned, eras dismissed with rash rounding of doomed epochs into error; the universe stagnates, dew drops in a million aminos. danger won't waver or count fears before arresting and smashing, pounding, assuming lost grandeur, attuning worse toxins dutifully to vilify only you.