Air freshener in a can, can you imagine tryin' to put the wind in a thing to spritz calling it not good enough by naming it Spring Fresh...

Hair braided by white or web Who's to say it's not starlight itself Bridging the beyond and the body Woven across time to tendril.

Firmament...Say it out loud Doesn't it sound when it rolls from the tongue like something solid underneath the feet A place that births...