Secret psalm
The turning
The previous page burning
Scribble those notes in your head
You are always new
Every day, every minute
Architecture in flesh
A secret psalm
Go
Swift as the flight of swallows
And salt the earth behind you.
Ethan: [flirts with Kat]
Kat: [flirts back]
Ethan:
Ethan: I was not expecting this outcome, what do I do now?