Wrinkled melancholia swamped In the sorrys of yesterdays Wrinkled melancholia swamped In the sorrys of yesterdays

In the midst of havoc and vying, The spoked flakes hovered and shoved... In the midst of havoc and vying, The spoked flakes hovered and shoved...

Hovering onto burgundy burbling... Hovering onto burgundy burbling...

Tangled in distant memories, In a double knot of violet melancholia.... Tangled in distant memories, In a double knot of violet melancholia....

My feet dangling in the gloomy yet lively Perpetual darkish waters, My feet dangling in the gloomy yet lively Perpetual darkish waters,

Oh! Where have you been hiding? All this time I yearned only for you, Oh! Where have you been hiding? All this time I yearned only for you,

Science is a poem and we are the poets, quilling it with endless effort and enthusiasm… Science is a poem and we are the poets, quilling it with endless effort and enth...

And apply these while modeling your wings and surely you’ll lead! And apply these while modeling your wings and surely you’ll lead!

The sadness will melt away. The sadness will melt away.

How ignorant we have become. How ignorant we have become.