I think I have found the storied towers in the mist
A quest fit for fingers
But destined for licks
With a violent reverb
Of knowing kicks
As the northern cross
Makes a southern pitch

Roll on thunder
Shake the towers once more
A crumbling structure
crashed perfect encore
Bravo the clouds
Welcome the mist
The towers are built into each other
The apexes do kiss

And with this….

Bliss

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~C.B.M