I stood among a meadow of Flowers big as trees, clustered in bouquets, pumping slowly, exchanging beams of color into a sky that caused patchy permutations which mostly couldn’t be described: {aside from saying the corners of the sky were rotating somewhat like a conveyor belt} while the inner part was flipping with stripes and squiggles. Some sort of huge caterpillars with seal faces were Wyrming through the air, or resting on flower stems and petals. Lovely noises began fluid and calmly, progressively hastening into the words of an Orchestral Ballad.
_#<, % $^^<& !9
The deepest, most CRAVEN places of lusty contact
& Deception. {{{they Shan't undo theee:}}}
The most unbelievable engagements -
Fabric, only good as its magician
Always received and rehears’d
At first: with hesitation -
fluctuating not the tune\of cussed-tombary lineage’;
Tradition wishes preserved
But you, a pilgrim
"Dismiss such strangling hands,
Casted: - (all except the divisions' roots)