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there is no light
strong enough to pierce
the abysses of time
ever so slight advances
in a congested highway
of twisted iconoclasm
stop start, red green
followed by a pause
an awkward silence

petals wilting
under an angry sun
cognitive dissonance
of the highest order
days of being wild
without boundaries
the passage of glimpses
snapshots of chaos
now etched in my mind
fading light, fading fast
echoes of a primal scream

a willy wagtail
crippled by a strong gust
morbid mendacity
south-bound train ride
from an enchanted forest
to a destination unknown
yet so familiar

all the signs say 'stop'