Arms abreast, with elbows locked to flex a bend, time stretches out with a creak into the tanning of the midday sun. Wayward in effort, trails around the tiles of the city leaves little markers of disgust and angst. A result merely borne from the presence of other disturbing ions. All surrounding each other, the lack of military enthusiasm converts the strain into a lacklustre buffer across the melamine table top.
Gone is thought, now behind is rigor mortis, vacant cast from beyond the lenses and it's a shuffling affair between the feet and synapses. Lock it up and drown out the noise, there's nothing to see here other than detachment from the cold and hot.
Thursday, 25 January 2007
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