Broken Windows!

Oh, to be the bibulous cloth creep

and soft marry the head to pale gray concrete

Steeples of purple hued promises

pierce the sky

lonely tears fall from mine eye

as the delicate silken moth enters the flame

thoughtless of magic and fancied fame

pass through the consortium of utopia

while the ancient white from Europa

Has claimed this benevolent soul

lost among you

soft torn scattered soul

given to dream

majestic purple and gold

wanton wasteland

not much longer a free man

I am talking to you

Yes, you man

time has claimed you

fate is against you

barren back in luscious green field

stand strong and on bended knee yield

and tell the great Lillie's your last wish

before they conceal

what is real

and welcome you with clean joy

Out...