Congress on the spirit for the walkings are being heard.
Never again, for in vain is to become the same.
Metabolical pictures appear to bring the present and past to the future.
Politicians of the mind  taking sides and agreeing to fall the new referendum
of this shenanigans that cross the street without knowing it.
It's magic, it's physic too, it's something to.
And I always question myself, though it happens without consultation.
There are frogs and cats in the street and chairs fly away for there
is no one to sit down, sit on them.
There is something going ahead that nobody notice but everybody feels. 
Even the bold headed monsieur that has his glassy eyes on today's paper senses it. 
The streets still are on the ground though is heart is on others. 
Papers collect reality's eyes of his mind and there is, definitely, some clearance.
Thank god for so.

It's something to unfold,
to bring to light,
something to delight.