this side of the music

[Kailashana]

on November 17th, 2011, 6:22 am
Sirens.
Night and day. Day and night,
interrupting the silence with its severe music.
It's the city and we share the same space. C-town
never sleeps in its emergent paths; what makes
news, to whom and who cares enough to go along
for the ride.

The world, my friend, is a long-distance runner, running until
there's no more time. Don't we hold on to each second like
unwilling warriors, consoling the hours?

There are many thieves amoung us. There are too many
borders. We live on this side, dying into that.

The music plays on but no one listens.


(C-town is a abbreviated Cleveland.)