Walk Out

Proof: a bedazzlement in disguise; Proof: what's watching your eyes, as you realize-- what are people? Shards of an astronomical figure approaching as the gentle invocation of the breeze, succeeds She, the flowing message, in silent company, paints the motion picture of a milliard broken mirror poses That glitter at the height of the falling of the day As walking flesh As dancing mezme-resemblences That dash! Past the party’s alarm-throttle instrument; Churning, from panic in a torched sky To the shadow figure that was catching our flight In our glass figurine Where all is Music, Awander inside