It is a crawl to make the finish, as phones and work invade. This is the deep dark.

 KW's tribunal report.

Dark things worn heavy  The Apocryphal struggle to adjust. Great tides on tall buildings.Flat screens with their hard beasts zoomed in across the high towers, to the ever beat of boom and bust. Oh but there is also the earth those thigh hips, great with wide girth. The pointing life in falling oxide colours.All flouro yellow, as they fall towards the dirt.The rip tides of the rides and  gently stressed gentry stressed. Till something speaks. MB