there is a shoe for every face
a mask for every toe
blindly pushing the straw to the end
of the glass
eyes flicker in the rotten hall
the children are sighing in the
blueless fold of cries
funny yellow on their little soft heads
must hide them from the moon though
dry lives are falling and catching line again
it's time for beginings
forgiveness will come in time

empty people down on crimson
full streets dying in sweet sorrow
...
life and everything else