Bricking it (up)

Gentle problem

Elusive stony nature

Winds and whips through the red underskin

Contracting in a thoughtful pulse that lives here between the temples

A creeping rage illuminates the deep black, things happen.

The people don’t see but the walls move, the bricks align with grainy fluidity, a rug lifted and shook, rows wave like fabric

Snaking cement lines drip down the walls, they’ve come loose in the upheaval.

 

 

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