SCALING
On the bottom of this wind is the top of
the light - a separate place, fragrant and live.
The firemaster, atop the sky, still expects
his edicts heeded. 'This will never do!', some
new Nero cries. We genuflect in admiration
when fleckled gold, like stars, drifts from
the heavens above. Reading words with no
lips moving. It is a truly remarkable thing.
On the bottom of this wind is the top of
the light - a separate place, fragrant and live.
The firemaster, atop the sky, still expects
his edicts heeded. 'This will never do!', some
new Nero cries. We genuflect in admiration
when fleckled gold, like stars, drifts from
the heavens above. Reading words with no
lips moving. It is a truly remarkable thing.
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