Sheep clouds

Traps around the shackled window
Binding, the disturbance
Opened pulverized ways
The last convulsion of self-destruction

Get alive

Daring, social swellings
Pulverized in the eternally rotating of rocks
Rotating of rocks

Get alive

Highways get alive

As the last forgiven hope to convert

As the consequence of our gathering
The senselessness of our searches in despise
As sheep clouds, inattentively passing by

Get alive