10 Jun 2013

Through the That. To This

This moment barely shields me. I strengthen it with words and thoughts, with what I conjurously imagine. This defends me against all that - the barking; the long predicatble black lines; the droning of machines and mouths; the glassy-eyed yesses of course... I defend these moments, triggering off words; shooting out thoughts; walking like battalions my imaginary way. Through the That. To This.