Look up.

The clouds are aligned, floating in a careless haze of purple blotted with canvas-white dots

Touching the gentle, chaotic stillness we call Earth with the faintest, sanguine smile

Sadness is still afoot, yet the world of reactions rests within your palms.

Look down.

Runny-water cracks in the cement, artistic-like, almost as if intentional

To mirror the failed realities of our ‘cosmopolitan’ society

Where man moves against the rhythm of life, constantly betwixt his own melody and discord

The presence of madness does not excuse the necessary semblance of peace. Breathe.

Look right.

Eagles flocking in haphazard unity, from…


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