Disquiet, by always outside |
Disquiet like a ripple on the waters of the world and every landfall finds the energy move from sea to sand. Disparity weighs heavy, upsetting the balance, spilling the calm of comfortable avoidance. Displacement and migration, the unstoppable flow of the new reality, a wave to breach the falsehoods of our civilised societies. |
Posted: 2017-07-23 17:43:16 UTC |
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