Within the confines of these bones likes a primal screaming to be more than rows of screeching tombs. To free the wind and rid it of cage to drop it's mantle where it lay and reaching fingers grope in vague.
The wind know that it must be for only existence is calamity and chaos unwrapped in all it's see to brush hands against the universe and create a world for them alone while the stars swirl their course.
A mind in a world that's trapped it's citizens are chained into it's skin as they sail through paper maps. So, think not with your heart and never your head to see the universe which you are a part