Ieiah Woven Tablecoth

Visions Children of Death

We are children of the generation of unconsciousness, orphans

love

prints against the thin wall of freedom and its price.

came to life tired of errors,

Errare humanum est, and grew wise

default and absence

crying tolerance.

Farias and hidden secrets

dark memories forget paying

stateless villains sins of others,

silent observers

ashamed of his own shame,

and their complicit silence,

and vision ill offer

eyes and the mirror.

We are children of the generation of unconsciousness,

but we are not unconscious.