ܰ  ߲߲ ߲߲  ۰         ak                       ܲ      ۲   ߲ܲ      ܲ߰ܲ   ۲  ߲    ߲   ߱   ް                              ޲۲     ޲޲۱      ޲۲ ܲ   ݰ ݱ     ۲   ۱   ߲  ۰  ۰  ݲ     ݲ  ݰ    ܲ   ޲       ߲  ۲߱ ݲܱܲ۲۲ ۲ ܲܲܲ۲۲  ܲ  ۲۲ ܲܲ۲  ܲ ߰  ߲۲COMNTO where will you go when the blinding flash Scatters the seed of a million suns? And what will you do in the rain of ash? I'll draw the blinds and pull down the sash, And hide from the sight of so many noons. But how will it be when the blinding flash Disturbs your body's close-knit mesh Bringing to light your lovely bones? What will you wear in the rain of ash? I will go bare without my flesh, My vertebrae will click like stones. Ah. But where will you dance when the blinding flash Settles the city in a holy hush? I will dance alone among the ruins. Ah. And what will you say to the rain of ash? I will be charming. My subtle speech Will weave close turns and counter-turns- No. What will you say to the rain of ash? Nothing, after the blinding flash Charles Martin "Terminal Colloquy” SAUCE00terminal colloquy alpha king sauna 20190926z!P( IBM VGA