the end
make
it, break it, let it fall apart
micro poems, modern idiom
signs of the times
the unconscious collective
the beginning
end piece
addendum
asides
glances
signs of the times
The flag waved.
Nothing drastic, just a flutter, almost imperceptible.
Not obvious, glimpsed out of the corner of my eye,
not quite believable, but definitely there.
A gentle ripple in the tide of perception.
A hidden sign of something beyond normality.
An indication of the unknown.
The flag waved as a sign of the times.
the setting sun
the devil's cross
the double cross
the perfect state
the united state
the global state
the euroboros
the fled rag
the shooting star
career