My story is open, my story’s complete
To get the persuading, so damnable sheet,
To get all the lines in the terrible senses,
To be not as nice as my beauteous chances.
I don’t want to tell you that nothing is ready
To win the whole prize monumentally steady,
To get all the truth to run and to follow,
To fall down on trace in the primary hollow.
So don’t touch the Skies, it’s so easy, so simple
To let them just try and find all the people
And to kill all the unions whishing to lose
This incredible waste and the valuable muse…
07.10.2011 (2:45pm)
(Book 16 "Without Her Galaxies", cycle 92 "The Eyes Of The Suns")
So Damnable Sheet
© Copyright: Максим Митрофанов 2, 2012
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