Stasis

Posted on January 25, 2022February 25, 2022 by Le Flaneur

Running from the wind 

Chitter to remis

Running from the wind - 

A fractured face

Running from the wind -

O’Man on pace
 
Running from the wind -

Hate let pass for fare 
Love bequest 
The haunt of Mère
Running from the wind -

Despair a cratic maze
Hope a fool be crazed
Running from the wind -

Deceit to conceal
Should fools rescind
Breach such appeal
Keep
Running from the wind -
 
Must doubt not Thomas
The blind can’t see
Set forth, chagrined, to keep 

Running from the wind

                                     Châz

A Modern Flâneur

I am a stroller, walker, wanderer, idle and dispassionate observer of the vulgar and sullen sceptre of human repair. I will back-up, swerve, curve, climb or descend to near or far, but never to go straight and rarely slow to step outside the alien apathy of the freshly colonized collective hubris of modernity.

I have emerged from the bohemian shadows, neither fish nor fowl, absent such suffocating boundaries as the flesh, incarnate from the repressed shallows of a disparate society to reanimate a new space born deep within my consciousness of restraint; to render a clarion call. I am no longer the ambient observer of remote urbanity, but modernity on my own path to source all life's nuances both fleeting and remis.

Châz

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