Perimeter
Wynn Yarbrough
“The suburbs have no chance to soothe the restless dreams of youth.”
Geddy Lee
At the hemlines of the city, kids plow through the six thousand bottles and bake themselves to royalty under the toying gaze of moonshine.
Those hurt most are in protest. They light the fences on fire and lean away from the flames. The orbit of the dispossessed is the very limits of the distressed young. On that gravely path are the possibilities of a second coming, the loveliest roses of our nature, the courageous lonely walks silenced until a thousand voices clamor to have witnessed a miracle.
