A symphony from the orchestra.
A laugh from the speakers.
Examine the way you
walk.
Talk.
As robots, no one can leave
the area sorrounded by electric
fences.
As humans, no one can avoid
the buried senses
that left some traces in the
mud.
Everyone was left to become
no one when love died as
the orchestra's violins stopped
vibrating completely.
An illusionist believed
his on myths and a luagh
was spread all over the
insanity that had grown
since the violins sounds
had partched out.