Colossus education

Foam and drops in my ear without a sound
Lips, hands, throats and bubbles
No shell to hide
Filthy pleasure

Neat and measured voice
The lift couldn't stand your feet on the ground
To many greens depending on the time of the day
Some black and white wishes carve painful lines
From blue they sometimes turn to grey
No vanishing

Rubber boots tiny legs
A tale that is to be said
All the robins fled:
The can was too great
The roads too wide spread
The meaningless ideas
Would never match a tick of that clock
You use to convey your sensations

Araki