nonima
ransacked a humble abode, (long time coming) shrug/shudder as we struggle to grasp what was found in the facade of a youth left to a truth yet be told. illicit diction etched in cracked plaster elicits a playfulness left way back when stages referred strictly to steps between here and adolescent fulfillment. floors below change with the wane of life’s light. dimness captures belief that dreams shall remain despite the fog we often struggle to lift. process towards progress feels granular, self serving, as if toxins of earth/air/water will not take their toll in due time. at this point, the crux of our argument hinges on the belief in collective immobility. as if the cruel grace of our reassured destruction will pain us any less if adorned with an essence deemed salvageable in the wake we’ll sorely miss.
