Mailable
Napping, suspended the persona and the fear I think high up, metal framing his silhouette against a blueness speckled white a pose struck against frightened nature. Or it just might be stupidity bred by muscles and hard hats immortal lunching, packed in metal tins to be eaten and demolished dozens of stories above the world. Each story is a count of those who have not been able to, despite the pushing of luck to balance, to dance with life so high above the earth and instead rejoined it premature. |