I had opened a dozen blinds before this...
An unbelieveable occurance raked by unknown figures...
Danceing during the rainstorm. Wearing
bags as their benevolance.
But what's this?
Oh, a distant melody that I had unthought of for
(many years and further on)
But now, a persistant knock on the door of insistantcy...
know that box was there.
(Why, it was there the whole time!)
I can't believe you still sleep with blind eyes and naked hands.
Exert your fragrance.
You've passed the bricks without the basket to hold.
(A hammer perhaps?)
Darling, you've a mind of your own.