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A grey moment required to distinguish between black and white. It’s nothing but bitter disappointment dividing the eye and the foot. Ears are not involved. Perpetual shrieking of the kindred has made them poke their insides with a toothpick.
Vociferously seeing.
Just an eye. Denying the sinister foot sufficient room as it tries to alter a crooked scenario.
Impatiently stalling the occurrence of a badly molded future. It’s grey. Still sacrificing the colour of ashes with Heterochromia and an ambiguous limp. It’s a matter of opinion. All the signs are there. The air grovels, damping the knees of the fog. Repeatedly sensing an obscure thought.
Stirring the element of surprise, vacant and empty drops of murk overflow the deaf hole.
“To death! And beyond a stream of light!”, as vacant and as empty. Standing there in vain, channeling an idle spirit. Implementing a sigh of relief. Not just a moan but a slippery dance step. Sorting it out, consciously staring into a pair of brotherly hues.
A last-minute petition. Ears are restful, never permitted to change for the reason of being an invalid act. Creeping up on a blank leg, sipping a bare-footed drink, it’s easy to ignore the blinding opacity of sight and lucid desires.
