The Universe Might Be Bending
It is important to wield yourself, the magic does not happen otherwise. Throw your hard feelings to paper and hew your long memories out of stone. Nobody will speak for you; it has decreed by God, ever since he made you out of interstellar material to walk among the magnolias along roads so quiet maps cannot hear them and men cannot recall. The local foliage begins to warm itself and young nebulae receive their crowns. Rosary beads fall from the hands of a Catholic priest in mid prayer and the universe might be bending.