The Second Day of the First Hour I was with flowing fingertips, breathing as I enticed the thoughtkin to dance with me. They're seemingly flimsy at times, somewhat silly but they are beautiful in motion.
The Third Week of the Second Minute I asked them to come fly with me so that we could swing from the brightest stars and be little monsters in space to fully embrace our alien lifeforms
The Fourth Month of the Third Second** I carved heaven in the road and walked slowly to read it's every inch