Common thieves. The fulcrum of madnesss. Shifting the balance. Weighted. Voices like gauze caked with the sickness.
The moment folds. An ambivalent monarch in a kingdom already spent. The scene happens. Though its audience is bankrupt. A dialogue of pauses. In a war of momentum.
Soft edges. The critical paradox. Condensates of time. The echo of distance in the vacuum of lost.
The constant. Shivers in the map. Choices like a contagion. Infecting everything.
Sleep in nickels and pennies. Progress swallows.
The protagonist continues to pretend. The story is enough.