a flash of crystal light in the twilit neighbourhood,
and burst! bang!
his body jerks with the shock, electric...
as silence slowly returns.
my eyes rove the streets below looking for a danger, some devious foriegn stranger, an enemy of some sort so i can know, that there in him lies the problem... and not in myself.
abortion buckets exist.
i'm within a sickness which penetrates an emanation of dimming
lost, and confusing...
without a node.