Out of the blue
It comes... Smiting
As it goes about
Its business
Bursting
And pouring calamities
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall
Let’s start from the very top top
The tinted hair, you see
Is just to cover and to conceal
The truth behind it all
SPACE…
a distance,
a freedom from others,
an allowance to be,
a lonely place,
no doubt..