Poēticum

Under the sanctuary of curative art flows an igniferous mantle, breathing more anciently than the thermal waters.

It urges for us to be careful with the movement of incandescent wellsprings, for the ducts are stony but the emanations entail danger. There exists an unacceptable risk that certain rivulets, with the potential to engender clones of the Erinyes, may splatter the galvanizing plants that grow in the sanctuary, in symbiosis with the axiologists, and whose vines climb up the columns, igneous the latter. Of vigorous and gentle kokoro, the sweet flowers generate currents, salutary [...]