Can you feel the wind, Madam Psychosis.
Can I lift your veil.
I sweat daily during the commute and feel my sweat.
And are you still arguing against the ontological status of numbers?
I saw you twice once in some astral state where
there was never wind and you said to me this
is where you will come to die this is where you come to die.
But now in the spring the trees
It is time to lift your veil.