Thegn

Irene Pardo

The problem here is not so much,
The more devastating the loss,
You can tell that just from the smell?
Between instinct and reason,
What we want is the single eye,
And thou shalt find thy dream to be,
And don’t say boom at the end.
Some day I will destroy my canvases,
You sure are picky;
The conclusion that oligarchy is inescapable,
It’s easier for me to tell a story,
They took my breath away.
A victim of these same tests,
You wanna know a secret?
A public hall is never swept,
I have no idea what that means.
I must be missin’ out on something,
So you’ll forgive my sudden lack of charm,
Do we know any better where we are?
I accept the broad theory,
Sometimes I lie awake at night,
Let’s finish this first, then we’ll see.