Ordered in, to rise in lines; Where alone yet side by side. We hate to dream. We hate to dream Although nothing here is what it seems. Could we try to reinvent ; feed the head with common sense

They say she's dumb. I see in her eyes that she wants to run. She has a son that she holds so high, he keeps her warm. He is her sun. She needs him near, to keep her , here. As they look down on her she feels their eyes yet she looks away

Dear Mother