Your world collapses. A name shies of comeback
breaks the water for bare bones unaligned, you
hunker down for the happenings did not fit
in the shoes of black magic it was a damned
reversal of the pygmies to become tall, the old city
dies on the hill, young steps start a never ending
descent of the wheels, can you stop this vintage flow
in night, king was sitting without a glass
rolling stones were laughing after the conversation
and the sons of soil smashed the barriers
after the illumination cacti become prominently displayed
in the jungle of weeds wearing nightgowns of thorns
two headed snakes lapping up the milk from the teats
of a moon, the cow jumps on the hemlocks amidst
the cries of children of tomorrow
