Keeping up the appearance of a lie, of walking the treacherous path made in city beats and streets, eyes always dart ahead looking for the confrontation. Ever present danger of watching the cloak of misery unfold again and shatter the veil made questionable in its very fabric. Side stepping with a close encounter in a court of food, soles glide fast as the feeling of heat burns the back of the neck.
Disgust rises up from the bowels as the nature of cataclysm walks away, nonchalant at spewing bile, frothing from the ear lobes. Flames continue to engulf the walkway between the sides of the ravine and there are things in this strife which reason avoidance.
Tuesday, 1 May 2007
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