Plummeting

The padded words perdured the fall of factuality into the gaping maw of untruth. The barriers start crumbling for stilts but the alley leads to a jungle of tales. The manipulation walks on the frozen lake of eyes. Blue shadows move underneath to- find the door. You spend whole life to locate the dock. The old sea and man drift in dark. Only a seagull flies in morning fog to trace the sun, halted in clouds. Satish Verma