Vie, ah Vie… for Fie

Some hadean teacher impassable yet had me read a sound of thunder into and ‘twain letters scripted, and, throughout, though signages here and upon returning through time were intelligible to mine being and difficult, for my vital vie, ah now fie, fie, (vie for rhymes) which here are and heretofore shall be blazoned thenceforth as though decrypted by a placard’s lightning tether specifying I, I, now decipherably am a federal permanence upon this: mine earthen path within the aura’s magnetism now untrodden yet for archetypal scores for future memories of a fantasy as on strings; whence am I now myself in search of a malleable mood to teach, perhaps, in said sounds and proofs of labs, my scattered mansions, stithies, cloister, as I please.

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