malestrom

brrrrrrr....the breezy, drafty whispers coming from those dark and uncontrolable ideas that pop into the minds of innocent bystanders as they witness horrible deeds contemplated by celebrities and sinners...there is no hope of coming to terms with their evil ways. the illusion of power has constructed an even more fragile hallucination of corruption. if only they knew that it doesn't matter...that none of it matters...it's just an illusion.

problem is is that not only do people believe in the illusion of power and corruption, but they believe in the consequences, which are illusions as well. it is all fragile as I said. remove one leg that it stands on and it begins to teeter to one side and totter to the other and before you know it the entire construct becomes deconstructed and rains down on your head like a reign of illusion. it chases its own tail, over and over again. each time it picks up speed. a highly destructive constructed and deconstructed dream it has become and all because we are willing to believe in aphorisms, anecdotes and iambic pentameter. i find no such solace there, or here, or over there beyond the malestrom...only here...

in the off center

where the water turns white

before the water - drain cyclone sucks me down