On Doubt, And Shaded Boundaries.

[acid_rainxix]

for every waking moment,
dwelling in our shared realm of antipathy,
a nightshade remedy awaits the  b r o k e n  soul. 
hopes of an opportunity to mend old wounds
direct all action down the centre of the double yellowed lines.
per chance to take, slightest movement made
will cast the pristine shadow of willing risk.
falter not in the face of the on-coming traffic.

though, the subscripture is now etched into concrete,
foreseen as the un-avoidable, un-exploitable.
raise a hand to the screen;
make every caption echo in the silence of un-supported statements, un-asked questions.
mark the pages with feared words and un-conquered concepts.
tap into the spine nearest you; hold tightly until decision apparates from all annihilated.

if failure be implied, we sink below sea level in a grounded ship.