and this is meant to depict why
and when
the reader will lay down and cry
(again)
The pond of secrets belches
gas of decaying memories
for none but the Queeneer:
The whole of WHAT IT IS
shall be a book that is layed open
protein-DNA-RNA-receptor-gravity-magnet
love-death-growth-yearning-yawning
the universe does not exist and
you've known for some time
Stop fighting and read all the words
your glassed lashes flap like birds
if you've got eyes for vision
or a brain for understanding:
I have stopped lying,
please,
everyone,
stop lying,
Don't make me beg.
