I noticed the opera was the weirdest. Cleansed and refreshing to the timid. And cares, whale book’s missing. I wrote to the one lost forever within pastures of roaming blue. Separated from the oceans and from the wanderer’s groove. Again we ate red fish and mashed sacred fruits. I noticed the opera was the fiercest. Idols beg for real feelings again, lost in the wars of calamities known. Could I recapture these feelings and restore them with cool balance? Chargers and radio makers standing alone in the city. Ventures past this and found the new silver beings clinging to the priceless fences. And yes, whale book’s missing.