And I should sleep.
Shut the door of their noises.
The men make their plans work with the simple rule of obeying the law
A stronger voice than what they just can make it real
The missing effects of responsibility
The look in the eye, the sky of a lie
Constructed for them, but not… for us
A circle and a sphere
A miniscule interest in the simple art
A miniscule sense of smell
Sense of discovering land
Hypothecally a new discover in them
In their look, in the sky of the lies
Practically a movement after thoughts
The shape of unbreakable signs
Pure expressions of their hearts and minds
Pure reflection of that sky of lies
Men, the appearance we draw in their souls
Are dying in our landscapes
And soils…
Are absorbing the paint of horror
In the looks of their eyes, set me free
From the sky of the lies
Mary Florence
Octubre 2011