The grass and silence disturbed,
Disturbed.
The walk deeper and more disturbed
From where the warm light meets the trees is dis-
-turbed
Each ocean, hearts stuck in caves and
Girls enslaved in other countries--
Other neighborhoods,
Have all been jostled awake
By the intrusive stir of the
Era.
In this, as if containable, pooling, swims Possibility and the
Cloaked shadow it carries
To disturb.
Traumafession:: Bdwilcox on Chronicle (2012)
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While not a true kindertrauma, more like an middle-age trauma, a trauma it
was nonetheless. When I first started watching the movie Chronicle (2012),
I ...
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