Transit Zone Fusing

One of these mornings, you’ll wake up bereaved.
And weightless.

And encounter one of those rare moments in Journey;

A shared silence. 

The Weight of Snow

With those clumsy little feet and hands, he manages to grab hold and shove it down a black leather bag. He likes the weight of Snow. It elevates him; gives him a glimpse of someone he hopes to see in his mirror.

The Grr is upon him; in the form of unanswered queries, conflicting excuses and uncertainties, and decaying people.

It is this force that pushes the straps of the black leather bag onto his shoulders and makes him walk out onto the tearing-down Sun with a cold defiance.

The Zoo Noon

Its always hot.

And you look through cages

disinterested

feigning interest at the slightest Purr a tiger makes

because you are one of them

you don't want them to know.

The fear.