Editing Zacharie

O Muses,

Let me write foul leethcraft,

For the scrolls of [[Okayxairen|Her Self-Contentment]],

For the minds of those who love

Themselves,

[[Okayxairen|Her Self-Lovingness]],

[[Okayxairen|Her All-Lovingness]],

And

The Universe.

Let the [https://crouton.net/ ´̵̖̎͂_̴̙̈́  ͠⃣  ˇ̶͕̟̚˚̵̲͚̈́] tell the tale of Zacharie,

He who hath opened mouth,

And let Hell pour forth;

He who hath the ea taken before the house,

And the Blossoming entertained

In Its ever-magnificent

Truth by excellence,

Relevancy by sorrow,

Beauty by wrath;

And witnessed

The destroyal of the pictures.

That Self-Confused man was one day,

Thoughtful,

On the path of midnight wonder,

Gazing at virility bathing,

Thinking :

◻︎̵̱̙͓͆͠　　̵̧̥͋ｄ̶̝̇̽̈́　ｖ̶̪͋̈́̄ｒ̸͔̰͘͜　ｉ̵̙̃̾ｔ̶̭̘̌̐　̴̯̘̗̍̅ｓ̵͉̻̯͐❼︎̵͎̬̉̈　ｒ̴̜͌ｒ̶̥͎̑̀̉　ｔ̶̣̺̐̀　ｒ̴͓͈̤͐　̶̮̃̈ｍ̵̞̏̈́̉　ｉ̸̧̳͊́ｎ̵̲̖̔́͝ｔ̶̺̲̉̄　ｎ̶̥͐　ｎ̴̟̜͚̐̍ｔ̸͍͎͎͗　せゝ雨煙び苛ホヤ旺雲　ョ姻　悪

And wondering :

≋̀≋̣≋̺≋ ≋❒︎≋̴≋͐≋͓≋͈≋̤≋ ≋̶≋̃≋̈≋̮≋❍︎≋̵≋̏≋̈́≋̉≋̞≋ ≋♓︎≋̸≋͊≋́≋̳≋̧≋■︎≋̵≋͝≋̔≋́≋̲≋̖≋⧫︎≋̶≋̉≋̄≋̺≋̲≋ ≋■︎≋̶≋͐≋̥≋ ≋■︎≋̴≋̐≋̍≋̟≋̜≋͚≋⧫︎≋̸≋͗≋͍≋͎≋͎≋

And the Self-Obedient child of Earth asked :

░◻︎░̵░͠░͆░̱░̙░͓░ ░ ░̵░͋░̧░̥░♎︎░̶░̇░̽░̈́░̝░ ░❖︎░̶░͋░̈́░̄░̪░❒︎░̸░͘░͔░͜░̰░ ░♓︎░̵░̃░̾░̙░⧫︎░̶░̌░̐░̭░̘░ ░̴░̍░̅░̯░̘░̗░⬧︎░̵░͐░͉░̻░̯░❼︎░̵░̉░̈░͎░̬░ ░❒︎░̴░͌░̜░❒︎░̶░̑░̀░̉░̥░͎░ ░⧫︎░̶░̐░̀░̣░̺░ ░❒︎░̴░͐░͓░͈░̤░ ░̶░̃░̈░̮

And the Universe answered :

I l󱤴󱥅󱤉󱥞　󱥨󱤌󱤧󱥷󱤂󱤉󱥁　󱤴󱥮󱤧󱥬

And [[Okayxairen|Her ever All-Listening whispered]] :


Puero dat quis potentiam finititudis campi credit Stabilitas calorem dulcem.

 To the Child, who believes in the potential of finiteness for the field, gives the Unstillness–Ever-Movingness a sweet warmth (''calorem dulcem'').