A
man is raised to be one way, and brought up to be taught.
Shaken
off and unshackled, the fear settles like a fine dust on a neatly folded token,
or flag.
Are
these moments all at once proud, focused, and persevering?
Who
decides that?
Is
a promise meant to be kept, or is the dynamic alone the truth?
Faith.
Hope. Defiance. Symptoms of an early grave, or an early bird
(Who’s
keeping score, anyways?)
Accompany
the lonesome protagonist down a desperate, crowded, crumbling highway.
Shoulders
sagging; guardrails torn to shreds.
The
imagery is universal.
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