presence

Time has to be stillborn as nothing seems to birth. Geographical location awareness has shifted by tide and run off course. Holding the dear to heart while feeding on innocence we find our hero's vacant their usual heroism, and thus the stance and positions once held in poise by honor, and dedication. Healing cannot proceed during unfortunate circumstances of devastation and demise. The wounded are thoughtless to the masses as their burdens to the cause in this the grand facade we call evolution. To bruise is to heave unmentionable things in the direction of the weak. To recoil and position a counter measure is to again take up defensive nature, thus creating a web of unsuitable and unsteady foundation. Taking in the word of the pasts venomous ones by chance that the enemy of my enemy will not bite as hard as the snap jaws of karma if perhaps you stand alone.