What can I give? A picture: one point of view. Silence, a mirror pointed at the online sky today we are one. Baby I is the same as you but different, and was you maybe at sometime in this sky's lives. Have they been hear? What the crows caw for their ears only, the song they've been trained to sing to each other. We got our backs, lets attack!
The baby boy sitting on the ground. Here's the sounds. Outgrown crying. Outgrown dying, lying. Or speaking the lie he sees as truth. Watching the sky, wondering why the swarm is so warm. Was it something he baby talked? Watching, still, the will to fight comes from the skin of a dead tiger. The will to speak comes from… inside? Outside? Hard to say, but he tries to say it anyway. Take it as gay. |
