"we have nothing to fear but fear itself" but sometimes it haunts us like game that no oone wants to feast on.
Notice
Skin shedding like distorting pixels to the color blind as eyes beg like hands holding what is broken in place. Mending fate to denial unfolding layers of controversy. Any distraction, a murmur, a pindrop, a sneeze, a call, a siren, a shout, a breath peeling the epiphany from image. Once again turning away towards stimulus burying true response under subconscious soil.
Hours pass, days morphed into seasons breeding annual bliss. Visiting old skin optioned out as stench takes form clouding around conscious nose. Water gathering in places meant to dry....arridity spreading like pollen in fertile meadows defeating purpose. The truth branding itself in the faces, unscrambling in subtext, resting like graffitti on unmarked territory are the letters detailing the story...the end.. the beginning of what is feared...but poised and complacent the comfort of existence sheets truth with doubt leading the infested to shallow waters.
Very though provoking and original! Great imagery of the mind. Great write. God bless Us all-MJG.
love your style! powerful words and mind. you are not spreading regurgitated anything. kudos man :)