Outcome

Tempting fate
To change the world
As all four walls speak

Uttering Who are you?

Everyone shouting
My ugly ones

Weeds kiss motes of dust
The sleek winds cry out for change
The changed socks are just lying down.

– We imagine places

Places turning different colours

And then difrent clrs etc.

& dfrnt ppl etc.

& dfrnt plces etc.

And smoking and lighting
Up and
Down
And allowing certain

Freedoms

And when fate comes back
Like cold walls

I'll go to bed,
And I still won't have it all
And I adore you for saying so,
And now you can settle in the darkness
And knock your knees together
My ugly ones.