Fragments of humanity

 Inside of the position of all humanity 
 detached fragments. Maybe some day 
 of a string of pearls to me they're doing. 
 Time to confuse their own great boiler, 
 strange memories behind for decades, 
 start some movement inside 
 volt like. Then the sky 
 with cries, it's raining soot pigment. 
 Know I can not do it, what is the 
 the door to the back of the tomorrow.