Smoke words every day.

Bathed deep in fever dreams, he held a frame⁣That claimed to hold the whole of sun and sky.⁣It alchemised a clock to travel back through shame,⁣To mend what broke the first and only time.⁣His thoughts, too frail to shoulder mortal strain,⁣Were pressed beneath the wrath of distant gods.⁣⁣Anger once drove him out of his home⁣Love…