Sunday, March 27, 2011


Standing in a field of refuse.  Less than parts of broken walls are left behind.  Forgotten by the nameless who surrendered to hope's broken promises.  Capacities with deceptive limits.  Tricky and ever changing definitions for the next whoever to figure out - that's, if they really want to.

Gusts of wind take away more from the tops of hills made out of the rejected materials. 

Leaning over the flat plants tilted against the decreasing mounds due to the wind's insistence.  The plants are ever so flat.  One is leaning at quite the angle of insignificance.

- Max Stoltenberg

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