Early on, it wasn’t Clear


Starting early the warm earth and the cool air yield that misty state that evades fog, drizzle, or rain.  As if one left one’s glasses on the dresser and forgot to put them on, imagining the effect of grandpa’s cataracts.  The beauty of avoiding the clear visage of Homo’s impact, just the fence that incompletely separates the maimed from the desecrated, it is temporary, soon to burn off revealing the stylized concrete walls.



Signet 35, FP4+

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male Luddite who paradoxically enjoys mechanicals, machines, and understanding processes.

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