Wednesday, March 12, 2014

mo chroí

Racing, head down and bucking against the clock. Impetus.

mo chroí

Forlorn, gazing at the cosmos through a broken window. Isolation.

mo chroí

Overflowing, swells crashing starboard in the perfect storm. Fulfilled.

mo chroí

Vacant, standing in the ashes, smoke spiraling. Betrayed.

mo chroí

Perfervid.  


On a clover, if alive, erupts a vast, pure evil; a fire volcano.


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