Halli, Work of Art

Halli, said what a amazing day on text it's hailing grey the pressure of the atmosphere I picture her in a frame Looking from windows, reading a book a slight chill from thunder, Starting at the lower Arc of her spine bringing forth Peace, from weather wine atmosphere biometric air compressed effecting chemistry reads Plato I imagine, or a hundred years What pain endured What truth we fear for perfect days windows reveal the hidden plan The skill Of man's Father, maker proven hand undertaker Halli, as we walk, a house peeks inside, I stare She sees the books, on shelves Deconstructs dreams, We tell Try to listen look - See She, the makers art in me