these ten year old smiling summer eyes - they win, they win - they raced about and showed us how they could dance like an angel's. there was a talking on the glass, aside: some young devil's had you slither to banish being calm inside. to hide away from these young haters on your wing, he sat and tried to hide but i recall the alien eyes and what that felt like, 'cuz they were happy, laughing. very well. the delayed window came, but don't allow yourself to makebelieve any kind of virtuous life because each of us is both of them one blowing out, one breathing in.