Follow now the ripples in the air.Pick a pathway as they’re shattered on the wind.One careens intothe shouting out of wares and prices.One emerges onthe far side of a whirlpool, impact-born.Two are tangledin a mass of muttered words and uttered phrases.Still more arelifted to escape the sonic storm.
I pass the offshoots of the mass of people. I’ve approached the bridge and stand, and stand intrigued, repulsed, enticed, on the verge of venturing, ceding control and passing into the unknown.
Chaos to get into.
The tattered tethers of the known to leave behind.
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