through cracks in the pavement 

Listen closely you will hear a majestic noise beckons near, resounding sanctum when the coast is clear. Beneath a pall of nothingness, assumes the mantle of sorrow, that with apparent paradox each cerebral cortex was made of just grey matter.  An acoustic scattering of words slowly subsides beneath the isostatic press,  a crimson flush.  Continue reading “through cracks in the pavement “