if i could talk id tell you come down from yours
so that i can see your eyes up close
solitation and longering windy rain...
and black shoes that aren't really black

kind of a greenish colour

who goes there?
your eyes decieve you

my thoughts decieve me
when my lover died I was desperate
and no one comforted me
(jiltedly moans)

those eckharts on the field throwing balls back and forth do nothing for dehydration

ruler of my thoughts I came to ask for charity
I seem to have lost my penny on the curb
your throne is so full and overbearing
what's it to you?
who go