early it came,where there are no roads, no silent killer.
spinning. set me free. let me see swallows return to
let us cause a reaction, turn our heads quickly. no one
is looking, there is no one here. we are not afraid of
soft cottons, whimsy thread, mothlike.
turn about hour on hour. your time is
to spite silent killers.
(written for those with out understanding) asd