Huge birds flap through the toxin dark.
She would prefer it on the whole if he spoke in a whisper. In the air, feet floating over the smooth porphyry path, Orpheus in a blue wool coat, Eurydice shaking. Hermes flits between them. If he were more inclined to speak he would say it works first upon sensation would say it shimmers through the natural arcades and alleys of the body would say then leaks slowly back into fact. God of this and god of that with beating wings at his ankle joints.