There is a place, a safe stretch away from ordinary. Where we design, and fabricate our own adored tragedy. Create, and distort our treasured calamity. An unearthly masterpiece, this fools paradise. Here we push the boundaries of what is unconditional. Battles of speech, and shrewdness, meddle boldly in the incandescent audacity of our striving inexperience. Illuminating the delicacy, frail vulnerability, of keen appetites alike. Paralyzed, and powerless against our own creation. A collective awareness renders the tongue suppressed, for a time. It might have been a whole lot worse out there. Gathered `round the brilliance of our ardent, hand made star. Were it not for the fervent glow of rigor, nestled delicately in an unlit fold of boundless privacy.
© Carla, 2011
© Carla, 2011
