HOW does the wind blow so ffrequently naked, does it get accepted by its noise so sacred?
Or maybe a rally, awaiting, allowing its return
does the God above send it to those who yearn?
Impeccable the resemblence of knowledge of people,
they acall each other names as if a horse out of a staple,
do staples hit the paper in a vast motion, allowing the 2 peices of paper in a vast notion?
The subway is accepted, the people come in, the wind shifts the planet,
Until it transends into a hurricane, is it