I will deposit light when you're absent. Figs. Water. Unchurched compounds. Tithes and dithyrambs. Light.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. O Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.
"What language is thine, O sea?" "The language of eternal question." "What language is thy answer, O sky?" "The language of eternal silence."
No lines are longer than 80 characters, TYVM. Other specified properties aren't being scored automatically at this time so this is not necessarily good news...