a momentary thought

The city has been passive since we got here, leaving most of it's usual burden's to rest, sleeping soundly beneath the frozen asphalt streets. I haven't paused long enough to realize that I'm actually here. These days have been nothing more than a dream periodically woken by the light of day, or the shimmer received in kind eyes and warm breath beneath another's brow. It's cherry red, gleaming, fire of destruction into reconstitution, it's kid stuff, parades, lights and we're easy like this. Free men flow through the city streets unknowingly now protected by armor of purer hearts pacing themselves toward each other with rapid enthusiasm. The creators take their appreciated stages and squint their midnight eyes to the imposed smokey lights, showcasing this dewey skin's human condition. It's quiet in a small crowds arms of undivided attention. Gentle souls can travel freely through these places without fear of being harmed.

There is salvation for those in search. For those who fear not their conditions, glorious things are to come.