big hands over the city

big hands over the city
don’t you call me an angel
you reach and reach and reach
for it
but you you don’t see see
all the normal eyes
all the normal eyes

house of cards and balls of wax
when you scratch the turn table
when you riot
when you rot

by and by
who’s modesty is this?

By Dirk

dirk is dreaming. don't bother him right now.