This park closed hours ago. And everyone has since
Disappeared behind the curtaining ripples of voting booths.
Even now, aimless and undecided, I imagine the tepid poetry
Of reason. The sensations flee.
An evening purse of birds and blackened greenery slouches--
There!
It is yawning, as it prepares to sleep.
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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