on the blackness that lay stretched we didn't hide one thing we didn't blind nothing the windows yawning out their secrets,

we didn't hide one thing of what we needed for ourselves and we took out our pants, torn and shirts and sleeves and ran,

of what we needed for ourselves we swallowed as we ran as vibration of chords and very big hats and the motion of black bricks seemed colorful.

and when we ran we hit the walls we hit the walls we smashed the walls, but went right through them anyway, because we felt like because we felt like because life felt us up the sleeve, no fascination greater than the decline to be.

Then we decided, just for kicks to back away, just for spite to back away and take another shot at the wall. We went through it second time but we felt like doing it again and again and again and again, backed away to make it think we were retreating and slammed into it hard again and again and again until it's bricks were blue, then we fucking did it some more.

The flag the barb poles that hold them will hold forever more and blue air of sky and night, above strongly beautiful grey units of buildings, uncovers whats hidden in betwen, in betwen behind every dark eye of grayness of building of window.

Or gaps of eyes they open one by one to the night a story behind every one, like love like murder like fortune they watch over us and protect us. it is therefore not in vain. never.

we stepped out on nutricious grounds for us, blacks parted for once and for all went werever we wanted smooth on a dark cloth at midnight hours.

on nutricious grounds for us, where we do love and do live a love of creation and we are a creation

where we do love and do live but I was just inside watching how we made history looking back,

I was inside never noticing I was caught we did make history as I was part

Caught I love this feeling. Sometimes I sill see us outside and I look, but never am as I was.