Country pleasures
It was yesterday I saw a lad; he couldn’t have seen two moons; he was moaning in a solitude disposition. His shoulders bore a luggage of everyone’s bigotness and desires. His eyes, distant, void of blood and soul. The same eyes glowed in abandoned state of unseen perception. His wit halted the roaming and roading of the objects around him, including beings and species and all and the shadowed serenity he exposed. I made an attempt to either help or withdraw, again, as if in a cage, he lurked amorously to a cyclic state. His state like a mirror exposed us to us, the life we live, the life of another.