Lizards slit eye me like they need re-evolve.
I may never remeber such cold vast anger the way
Slit my eyes, leave me their puss filled bowls, it's all relative to your choice.
Space grants me all that in I am alone.
Temporarily we collect to wait, love, peace and space remain undetected while lizards float in that stone
eyes like me need soon evolve.
Space grants me all in that I am temporary.