ALICIA WING

Biotic Laden

after Joseph Ceravolo

Where is the amount of energies I hate?

A bed and more the prayers go inside our pride. It is lionized

a wheelbarrow to the overflow of wind and who has sleepless has more

My energies again to tighten again the wrench is biased and rolls like reflection in a fish tank

and the ocean has no idea how mad we are

If I have always worked for you a bird without its sky

I'll move aground again held up by the view scholarly

and sleep

But are these rains a boredom grown to us in this state

But I am exactly then know the sounds of birds