Waves of words press against change,

pushing relentlessly uphill, gaining two

steps behind forward.  Like clouds boiling

out, releasing fingers of long rain.  Tension

is a moment of unwanted paradise.  Voices

rise within a stream of indifference; there

are no two sides, only one is always right.

A walk of thoughts becomes a river, a rhythm

of wide opinion.  Compromise fails without a

chance to breathe.  It ends with a high tide of

victims, never short of blame.  The sun sets

but success is lost.




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