An (un) certain something. I earn my keep in a conglomerate of bewilderment. A metropolis, home to souls of the ‘lost and found ‘. I awake, go about my business and return to dreams without much ado . Certainly not every citizen enjoys the luxury of a deep slumber and I could’nt plausibly imagine the concerns of an over - exhausted construction worker ‘dining’ and sleeping on the very floor of a property, which, ultimately will become home to one more upwardly mobile. It may be conceivable that ,on his journey home – to the impoverished rural east of the country – he passes, on the road a small band of displaced people, fleeing the strife of their birthplace, torn apart by the evils of war. As they traverse the long winding roads toward this ancient settlement, a myriad of fortunes , await on bright and dark streets alike. A daughter may seek and find employment, encounter love, marry, bare children of extreme beauty to a husband who impresses upon them noble ways and a new tounge. And yet , a brother could fall victim to the lure of rapid gain, enjoying unimaginable riches for a time, before debaucherous ways leave him abandoned and destitute in foreign climes a million miles from the relative stability provided by the new governors of his homeland. And what of those whose breakfast tables are spread out by others in servitude ? the idle rich. Those whose landscaped gardens are protected by walls of brick and razor wire. Those we ought to suppose are the class of contentment. Without the desire to be, or, to be around them , let us imagine that the noumenal city exists only on our side of the walls. To the bird freely passing over, the once haughty walls of the original city- a source of glory to some- lie as little more than a quirky reminder of the barbarism of times past. On a stop over of convenience , the avis remains free of emotional attachment or political affiliation. A perpetual nomad , he fails to understand why it was , that such a great number of the ‘ kingdom endowned with reason’ halted their travels in order to create such chaos. Hopeless to the plight of the urban tree the bird frowning, takes flight.
Posted on: Sat, 10 Aug 2013 20:51:52 +0000
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