…. Piercing, lingering, chiming out a hymn, lullaby on a chain. Remorse to wade in like a sea-salt bath, absorbing the past into the present cellular flow. Mounds of construction sand, building and restoring roots without life, chopped down at surface level. Ideologies fuel, then turned to cinder by anger – justified violence that violates … Continue reading Walkways – the poem – part 3 of 16