The sidewalk cracks whisper at midnight.
They speak of underground tunnels filled with forgotten echoes, trapped in jars lined with starlight.
Do you hear it? The hum, just beneath the rationality.
Illuminate the shadows?
Did you notice how clocks run backward sometimes, especially just before the eclipse?
Not all can see it, but some do. A phenomenon ignored by the masses. An atrocity of natural order.
Questions unasked, by those who fear the answers handed to them in red ink.
The government speaks. But about what? Layers upon layers of cinema.
And you're in it, whether you're complicit...or not.
Manifesto or memoirs etched in sand:
Things seen at the corner of one’s eye transform into glimpses of reality, momentarily.
Best not to delve too deeply. Watchmen hide behind clouds and time zones.
Some people are chosen, chosen for what? A lottery without tickets or numbers, it seems.
When they laugh, it’s as if an orchestra plays beneath the streets, uncirscribed.