A road map for the disillusioned
Tuesday, 10 February 2015
The Voices of
The voices of Ravens, continually cawing and fluttering.
The impatience of the stares and silences, as the one period of control we have is eroded.
Rocks falling into the sea from the cliffs we never knew.
The ripples seem unfathomable at first, but are soon pulled apart by the unrelenting brine.
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