Once Upon a Time in the West............S...Leone
phases are lives. i have become broken in smashes.
no one hasn’t. if so civilization would be exactly how we want. Them, us, and the new them.
if everything in the universe was parallel,
if nothing could collide, there wouldn’t be anything.
Nothing to be born or live. Tested or shown how to survive.
An apocalyptic handshake, I fare the well,
The lost language knew. We know, but as children, we have to be convinced,
otherwise there is no hope for us to learn.
We are evolving faster with science than our ideals.
There will be unchangable, yet to be nameable, things.
Layers upon layers, over and over, exposing how I feel.
Everybody turns back to the fork in the road.
Every heart goes black doing not what it was told.
Geometry is the natural honey bee hive. Ceremony changes with swiches and jibes.
As far as I know I was the only person who wanted to be me.
Notions put in to motions. The pale afternoon and the truth. The old lady who still keeps her tongue in her mouth by her very last tooth. Once
