Art will give way to a loose tooth. The mantis will spread wings on Tuesday. Postulates will make room for drama. Riffs will churn as the maiden falls to the ground, and I will send a gasp to the granite. Powers will be enhanced. Answers will be detached from their questions. Gold will be connected to myrrh. Catamarans will belong in the navy. Practice will be the only ethics. Archery will be the only practice. Paces will speed up even as vision remains constant. My breast will heave as I offer you my bones. After that I will forget you completely, devastating you.