at Jiroft a rift a passage of time a tablet some scribbles in stone nothing soft nothing to die for adherents of because novice me said at least i "buy" now then "die" no first or second death later...
Herr Goeli and no other song bearers but forlorn manuscripts of said unsaids and unsaid saids and punishments O how poetry from Dante and the praise of tongue: formerly has changed...
but at least now i can send her some explanations to suit my loftiness and also debauch myself in a memory: a her...