The souls in the streets lay unfiltered in the tri color vortexes of violent paradoxes in a deep transient mind. Like an overflow of courtesy and kindness. Where sanity lies. Where? Sanity? Lies?
Blistering heat scorches the pavement in a windless hell of that parking lot.
We sat complacently in their death grips backed by pistols of terror.
When the backdrop shifted in a requisite stellar dream. Filled with fast red cars and buxom babes only sweetening the view.
Like a cliche in a movie. Or an old familiar tune. Where nobody wants to dance. And the feet are weary and the eyelids are too heavy to comprehend the universe at this hour.
But the deep facts and realization that were on a rock floating in space. At least that’s what they tell me.