A Petrified Conjunction

A petrified conjunction(?) what a strange day... for a martyr of missing time born in the urn grove among the burning embers born on the wrong side of the tracks what a strange day... for an unknown hero living in his restless chamber his head like an ice-breaker his uniform of ivory tears what a strange day... for a night in a boiler room mais la nuit est mon amie so let's talk about the lousy plane crash avalanche what a strange day... for this nightmare paradise la princesse est très curieuse and her calculated motifs like a transcription factor what a strange day... for this residue of a pattern rarely essential by your knowledge beyond the nucleotide sacrifice of all the negated literals there's nothing to think about – let's eliminate the principle! inside an empty hillside manor of the cosmos Demiurge in the name of all rhetoric solutions