The stars in shreds the expanse of sky the canvas the moon. Nocturnal owls shriek omens, lives gravitate to mothers wombs, in the rooms where flowers grow. To creep by the windows by the eaves. Dispel worries dispense grace, abiding gravity in flowing in floating above bubbles above foams solid on the rock. Comfort compassion hold in walls of magnetic fields. There souls retire in sleepy roam.
