The tensions ensure that life
is never still. A cathedral or
a school, angular, unplugged,
slides off into the grays &
blues of night. A man moves
forward. He is wearing a mask.
Eyes move along the side of
his head. Birds sing on the
sidelines, not that there are any
of either there. Bards sing in
the background. Keeping them
quiet & still is always a problem.
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