Bells, Whistles, the End

Bells, Whistles, The End Sunsets linger in words of warning. Scratchy, high-volume distractions obliterate the sagging emotions of well intentioned champions of change. In the distance, commercial campaigns bend truth in fervor, proven to persuade. Everywhere…. Distractions….cap this, trade that, manage what few resources remain with righteousness. Somewhere, in the middle of it all, a high-school student completes an essay with pure conclusion, his teachers startled at the simplicity of his study. His cover-art displaying our planet as a clock-face with Mother Time’s image, slowly disappearing, as her hour hand dissolves