iaIr menachem יאיר מנחם: Just mere noisy angles and the rest was silent. It was to try the feet upon new eagles, the head of Humpty-Dumpty this time below the wall, and you my darling so far so clear so bright: It's me, downhide this case, this board of keys, the silly skill of talking birdie words rocking mine, my world of lives unlived in mind. You"ll ask for truth, I know, and let me take a chance: outside, mere noisy angles, and no rest of me throughout the noise. Instead of that old fashion to feel alive harassing skies, here I am but it's not me, here I pray but I'm the pray, and neither self nor even pray is meant to be what I have been. If you feel somewhere my shadow that close to your smell like touching you as well, remember that: I have no shadow; I'm fed of light of night and day to heave it, to heave myself: Just hung you hardly on my wings the way life chosen you, my darling and chosen me indeed to be born, bird, eternal song, minimal beauty of the wrong that becomes truth as heaves the way. If you feel somehow my shadow touching you in light and scream, just know it's not a dream: It's me, my soul, sacred you, honey my half of me; let's mean: myself. @iairmenachem @danielginerman