Did you know all truth?
I only tried to walk over the frost but
this time there was no mist
making up your eyes,
now I know your lips always
blink in synchrony with the marionette knitted lips
to your chest mimetic,
"Rising" different each step.
Which word do you belong to?
I always thought we looked at the same face,
too many words on your back,
now the airport is underground.
Too many words on your back,
now the airport is underground.
Flashes from a dead past,
now the airport is underground.