The Hand splays auto action phases precise as lazers day drifts who’s in control the cave station the crown of all nations inpatient impatient impertinent so I squirted it to squirming dirt it grew tall and went left first then right I suppose like night to day you can call it an excuse but I call it —-
So they say….
The Beautiful phantoms that haunt the rays
So many colors, as many as moments in time, they rhyme reform enlarge discharge return & burn fall like water in a room in a lagoon that was lost such a cost to be paid I wished alone by the wall, in time not for nothing but all
Alas, the past is the past
So we go the last
We are, free