where ‘it’ marks your allegiance to a dubious term

It’s not any kind of perfect order but a comfort.

Not a valiant art. Valiance disrupts my mornings.

With pulse. Sort of a pulse of valiance bodes ill.

Not well for any of us. Who is the personal set.

The set of figures fleshy and ethereal. Not cold.

I’ve told you what it means so now you need to go.