the hearth

as if from a timeless and spaceless space we removed ourselves from this shameless village. The proud stern town crier declared" We men are of pure heart. We are full of love and want to share it with all who pass". The villagers laughed and the children hissed and booed. The women werent to happy either. The town crier cried. Friendly fusion. And without the serious intent that some would impose upon the current events. in shame he withdrew.

From the city limits long dark shadows pierced and shattered the banality festival.

They were of forgotten times. Time to die Mr Kong.

In we went with Love and joy to share with the lost selves. hovering over a bottomless pit I sank into boundless despair.