Another tragic blue afternoon. The sky is wide with eyes that smile back like a mirror. With twice blind eyes you would stare into the eclipse. The ellipses held A long time blind you would yet to behold.

The thought behind the messages. There's no way around the door. It is; Of course, Locked. Couldn't be broken; lest loosen the force.

A pull and a twist with the flip of a key, Is the thought in my mind that's been startling me. I'm just lost at the wheel and in the blind with sheep. I can't decry a better notion than to fly like a leaf...