Be Like Lot

Carving out some solitude, for fortunes have weighed against me recently. Tracking life's linear roots to a place just beneath me. Graced with our unwritten moral code, and bracing for any violent onslaught that may invade my personal space between now and the near future. Slicing up some thick thoughts. After sounds trade my mind for sketches and jots. A blatant repulsion of all things. Disregarding bits and pieces of the whole as i dwell on an entire field of feeling. Soaking in Sun's big gift. Drifting in and out of minutes and pit stops. Under-conscious, frankly, less driven. It's this place. It's my face. It's this hazed over valley and this state of ignorant souls. It's my late claim of bitter taste. But a simple answer does await. Pack up all your thoughts. Now, leave, and be like Lot. Don't move your neck, don't turn your head, for upon you finally lay that violent onslaught.