.
The world dismembers
but here life chugs along
between celebrations
and events. Merrily
defines us.
.
There is no alternate
for the big parties, small
gatherings, the while
the world exphyxiates.
conflagrates.
.
We care. We do. About
who wins the game, who
brings laughter, how
voices sing. Whereas
the world, in ultimate
complaint, crumbles.
.
Lady A
.
"..the while the world
"..the while the world exphyxiates. Conflagrates."
What great lines, in terms of feel (with that powerful momentary pause adding emphasis), language, and the expressing of a confounding destruction. A burn despite a lack of oxygen.
All sealed with the world issuing it's "ultimate complaint". Another fine threading of yours, right on through the needle.
Some Lines Work Well
Your analyses lift my literary spirit, almost muselike - appreciation is warm.
~A~
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My absolute pleasure! : )
My absolute pleasure! : )