Gold

killed my sister. She was zoned-out
near the end of the new line to the--

transmigrated. It happened on the day
of the Grand Penultimatum, when black--

laughter like wind. The cards went thru
and delphinium was the only scent you--

played incorrigibly. The exasperation
for half a muse, which, graciously, no--

drizzled the plant. Which surprised
the envoy, and she was unable to dis--

was the weather. Scales were the glass
of the towers as if each were a drag--

blistered truthfully. Metaphorically,
we slept but spiritually, wasted into--