Written by: Jonathan Michael Conlon

Lizards slit eye me like they need re-evolve.
I may never remeber such cold vast anger the way 
Lizards do. 
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.