Oct 252011
Circles rotating into the sky–the eyes of the future
No one really knows anything anymore
I went to see the aftermath, the after math, the af ter ma th, the a f t e r m a t h
The witness was cold, it was hard, the sky was gray and foreboding
In the eyes I saw it
In the eyes it was clear
The aftermath was all
Black eyes and patches
stripes and rotational degrees of progression
everything halted into a standstill
At that moment I could see
See all
All you could see
Falsifications of it all