Frequently surronding our emptiness
rotating to our thoughts
they have the scanty peel of the words
making us feel their oppresion
thier consistence is heavy
slightly sliding down on the lips becoming alive
some ather time they travel from the depth of gaze
whit spider lichid
Tough, most of the time we achive
the web being we stolen
the long air splitting in slices
memorie after memorie, thought after thought