Solidarity won't risk us
Surfing the chalkline of an urban meniscus
Measure our thoughts in reluctance

The breeze at ease flows through the trees following sore knees.
We go on in awe of ever imposing trepidation. No regards to Earth's indulgent rotation.

In my best diction I could write you a hearty fiction full of contradictory facts. But honesty and falsities are beyond the sea, leaving sequential masks.    

An opportunity to me to create these beings of fact, to ride and act the illusion of the glide is set in my mind and on the street. My best distortion of living rigor mortis is this wooden plank, set at my feet.