Terrible consciousness
We the willing to collect dust take part in ceremonies of condensed decadence, a dance around favourable spots on thighs paved with concrete pacifism. Allow several ages for this, then speak on the pros and cons of completely unrelated and irrelevant items. If fixation bears anti climatic consequences then all seeds of doubt may have grown wings and simply chosen not to fly, where as all anchors dig trenches in which your assailants hide to avoid being exposed to the breath of a sky so turquoise that it burns the grey from underneath our nails and reinvents a sensuality lost on those willing to brave an atmosphere not yet suitable for lungs still filled with water.