Fingertips kissed on loneliness, I read the incisions like braille
Asked by the Elder Futhark, question etched in the stones of time
I turn bones in whispered silence: Nauthiz
This dream of moon has no answer, moon answers without dream
Smooth and untouchable, these virtual runes made by my
Technologically advanced, ergonomic, totally cracked keyboard
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The stones of time
the bones of our being
you make me think of all mankind
and also of the technology that enables us
to access so much more. Fran
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