Unceremonious walkways have become seductive. Scarves unravel into day passing into night. Tragedian constellations above white noise conceal ruminations in silent degrees of self-luminous suffering. Brightened breaths bloom, braced by white aurora strewn from a hamlet under hill. Neither left nor right, symmetrically undiluted wave away the frozen dead.
Secrecy illumines streaming steps.
Ireful, the tyranny of passage is toned by atonement.