Today, you notice your ingrown irony
- living tissue epitomized by matter of death.
...It goldens, then silvers your head;
it pearls your fingers;
it points your toes.
Death crowns all ends of you.
- living tissue epitomized by matter of death.
...It goldens, then silvers your head;
it pearls your fingers;
it points your toes.
Death crowns all ends of you.
