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
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